老公出差七天我失去了理智

When Ning Cheng came in, the monks in the hall all looked over, but no one spoke. There were five or six monks sitting at the top. One of them, a middle-aged man with a yellow face, glanced at Ning Cheng, then turned his gaze to Shi Qionghua, and said softly, friend, the person Song Tong was talking about just now should be you. Bar? Are there some third-level star elixirs?...