"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. 。",It's not just her appearance, this aloof and arrogant aura, she doesn't look like an ordinary person at all.,Hearing this, Qiao Jing understood. It turned out those people were hunting him. 。The air was filled with the scent of blood. A man, heavily wounded, stumbled under a heavy burden. His wounds bled profusely, his sweat and tears mixing and dripping onto Qiao Jing's... 。。