"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. 。",Just as Qiao Jing was about to yield and ram into the man's vital point, the man's low and husky voice suddenly rang in her ear. 。",The assassin fell dead before he could even utter a sound.。