C1381 The Truth of That Year(5)

“Crack~~~”

Qiao Weirong's chest caved in, ribs shattered, and blood flowed freely from the severe wound.

“Ha ha, you want to know, don't you?” Qiao Weirong sneered, his voice dripping with spite.

“If that's the case, I'll satisfy your curiosity!”

“Qiao Batian is nothing but a stray dog