For a long time, Su Zhanlong surrendered.
With his little cleverness, how could he still have a face to show off in front of Lin Xiaojiu.
Alana looked up at Julian.
The crisis that broke out in the Su clan was driven by Julian, and the decision was naturally in his hands.
The cold face like a Greek sculpture did not fluctuate, and the cold bird’s pupils fell on Su Zhanlong’s face.
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