Chapter Seventy: These Shoes Are Quite a Good Thing

Black Book stared at the pair of red embroidered shoes on Liu Haoyu's chest, at a loss for words for a moment. Should I say, as expected of Liu Haoyu? An ordinary person really wouldn't have thought of such an idea. "Believe it or not, even if Red Gate doesn't kill you, by the time you wake up, Qin Liu will also...