“Quentin, go check it quickly, catch all the suspicious things, don’t let it go.” Finn ordered, and took Brooke back to the pink white attic.
Brooke hugged his waist tightly, but fortunately Finn was always by her side.
Otherwise, she will really collapse in the face of this world.
Qing’er has been protected so well, how can it be poisoned, and where does the poison come from?
Can’t people live purely, why should they live so tired.
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