"Hey, I have a temper." The middle-aged man smiled greasily and showed great interest in Nora Smith.
"Go away." Nora Smith looked cold and turned to leave, but he was blocked.
"Take them all away!" The middle-aged man snorted cold and opened his mouth. The woman who was relieved on the ground suddenly raised her head after hearing this sentence.
"She is prettier than me! Just take her away!" The woman is still unwilling to shout, but it makes Nora Smith feel sick.
Nora Smith's face was cold, and he was about to put them all down. Nora Smith only felt a stab, and his limbs became soft in an instant, and he couldn't lift his strength at all.
Nora Smith's heart screamed badly, but he had no strength to struggle at all.
"It's really beautiful."
The middle-aged man looked at Nora Smith and touched his chin satisfactorily. He couldn't resist trying to reach out and pinch Nora Smith's cheek, but the next second, his body was kicked out directly.