What a Mess!

What the hell? This dress is the only one in the entire galaxy?

Damn it!

How come he did not know that Song Qingsong had turned into a fashion designer?!

"Commander Ning, look... This must be a misunderstanding..."

The man was about to struggle again, but Ning Yiyuan did not give him the chance. He took a step forward and tightened his collar with both hands. He asked in a deep voice, "Where... is... Little... Chu...?!"

"I... I really don't know, Commander... Ning." The man struggled with all his might, and even his voice was intermittent. "You see, I can't be sentenced to death just because of this piece of cloth..."

Ning Yiyuan was not in the mood to listen to the man's explanation. His face darkened, and he clenched his hands tightly!

The man's collar was pulled up fiercely, and his throat was immediately caught!