Chapter 493
- She was both anxious and angry, her face turning as red as a pig liver: "Let go of me!"
- "What if I don't?" Tamara Randall tightened her grip on Wang Shuangshuang's hand with a little more force.
- "Help! She's hitting me!" Wang Shuangshuang cried out in pain, grimacing. Her behavior was far from that of a refined lady.