C555 Sprinkler

Zhao Xianhong grabbed Chen Rusheng's neck tightly, without any intention to let go, but its gaze turned over and stared right at us, its eyes filled with disdain.

"You two want to fight me?" Zhao Xianhong sneered: "You two brats, you haven't even grown all your hair yet and you've already learned to stand up for others?"

I shrugged and said nothing.

On the other hand