Chapter 1887 Look, that one, how much is it worth?

energy, becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Her legs went weak and with a thud, she collapsed onto the sofa. 。Wang Qiang's eyes, squinting with a hint of smugness, flashed past. He once again grasped... Zheng has become withered and desperate. This time, deciding to kill Fu Mo Han, he must have made up his mind to go all out.Perhaps he thought Fu Mochen was dead, his wish also vanished. It's impossi...