Chapter 1221

When the three words of death just fell into Qiao Yiming's ears, he just felt absurd. How could it be? How could Cheng Lin just die?

This is impossible, absolutely impossible.

A week ago, she would look at herself with a pair of black eyes, she would call her name again and again, and she would also talk provocatively, but his eyes were always tolerant.

Qiao Yiming takes a deep breath. He wants to smile, but he can't open the corner of his mouth