"Jìngjie, the Zhan family offered a high price to have you treat Zhan Qipei for infertility. Will you go" The boy wore a straw hat, a blue shirt, and yellow sneakers. He looked as country as he could. 。However, the face of that palm-sized girl under the burning sun was like a piece of high-grade mutton fat jade, white and moist. 。",The assassin fell dead before he could even utter a sound.,At that moment, another man wearing a mask rushed out. Before he could even draw his gun, he was struck in the face by a flying corncob thrown by Qiao Jing. 。"Bang!" A crash, and the surface was caved in. Like the assassin just moments ago, he didn't even have time to scream before collapsing unconscious. 。After easily dealing with the two, Qiao Jing clapped his hands and turned to Zhan Qipei, staring at the man's big... 。。