C1627 A Sick Woman of Peerless Wealth!

"Heartchild, wait for me!" Zhao Xi gazed anxiously at Du Xintong's silhouette as he spoke to his four bodyguards with a face full of killing intent, "That little fatty took away a thousand spirit stones from me just like that. How can I agree to that? Is there any way to find him? "

A thin middle-aged man immediately walked out from the four bodyguards and smiled evilly