The Seventh Miss, Di

A cold male voice echoed out, its tone as if frozen, carrying a chill and an air of killing intent.,Then came the sound of hurried footsteps, and suddenly the room was silent except for the stifled breath of the one who had arrived.,"After the wedding night Sun Dazhu, are you truly stupid or feigned stupidity" Gu Junshi lowered his voice. "You know Wang Ye's situation, can he consummate the marriage"。