Chapter 702: Soap

m pure gold, weighing at least three or five ounces.Such a heavy medal slammed onto Duan Changmian's face. Chen Tong's hand was strong, and he immediately smashed the unprepared Duan Changmian, causin...said softly: "Just now, the prince had murderous intentions towards you."Once again opening his eyes, Zhao Qinglan's gaze had returned to its former aloofness and nobility, devoid of any other emotion...