"Not really. We take what we need." Xia Yu was as calm as if she was talking about today's weather.

We took what we needed, What a good word, Luo Jiancheng really had the urge to rush over and strangle Xia Yu to death.

Shen Qiang involuntarily clenched his fists, preparing to protect Xia Yu at any time.

Xia Yu slanted her eyes as she looked at Luo Jiancheng with obvious contempt.

The scene was deadly provocative.

Luo Jiancheng's eyes squinted into ...