Chapter 585
- As Ye Cheng's voice fell, it was filled with endless mockery. The person kneeling at this moment was Chen Jiahui, whose face was flushed red. He was just about to continue speaking, but Ye Cheng's palm, heavy as a boulder, pressed mercilessly on him.
- "Ah, ah, ah!"
- Chen Jiahui was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak, and he was almost out of breath.