“Are you afraid?” Rong Fan touched his head, smiling lovingly.
Rong Shu shook his little head, which meant his father: “Not afraid.”
He is not afraid if he is with his father.
Rong Fan’s smile deepened. At this time, two bullets came towards them. He pressed Rong Shu into his arms. His gentle eyes were sharp and sharp. He shot the place where the shot came, and immediately held him with one hand. Qi Rongshu moved forward along the smooth wall.
The Sun family hasn’t been sold in recent years, and Rong Fan kept it here to wait for Sun Zhuo for the sake of playing a ghost. Rong Fan knew all about the secret paths below, and even made some hands and feet.
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