两个闺蜜同时给老公打电话

The voice of the middle-aged Leng Nian worshiper was fierce, and the rumbling voice echoed and buzzed in the hall like thunder. The aura of the Great Wuzong was so huge that the cold-faced middle-aged priest not only shouted harshly, but also his consciousness as heavy as iron radiated out and anchored on Yang Ji....