chapter 188 we need to talk

Ling Zhengren's tiger body couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes were a little red: "Jun Hao..." Suddenly, Yan Jing spat fiercely at Ling Zhengren: "How dare you touch me, you old poor man? Let your son-in-law kneel down and kowtow to apologize to me, or I will kill your whole family! " The foul-smelling blood foam was extremely viscous and stuck to Ling Zhengren's eyes, making him feel uncomfortable. The physical discomfort is secondary, but the more important thing is the psychological...