Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 433

Sure enough, bad guys are shameless, and they don’t feel any pressure when they scold themselves.

Louise spoke earnestly while clicking on the other party’s live broadcast

room.

The words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

No one in the other party’s live broadcast room spoke ill of him at all, the live broadcast… was his studio!

In the picture is a room full of cats, even the assistant was caught straight…

Louise fell into an ice cellar, choked in place and couldn’t speak.

I thought the other party was also exposing him in the live broadcast, so he could still scold and argue with him. In the end, it’s hard to say who the netizens believe!

But the other party broadcast live about him buying and selling cat blood, so how can you argue…

Louise forcibly calmed down, frowned and said, “What’s going on? Where is this place? Why are you all scolding me? Did you recognize the wrong person…”

At the critical moment, he refused to admit it!

Kellen was also watching his live broadcast, and sneered: “Oh? The other party doesn’t recognize it? Did you forget that this is your studio, with your name and photo identification information.”

He hugged Susie behind his back, neither he nor Susie showed up.

bazooka and aiming at the business

Name: Louise, Gender: Boy, Age: 913 years

the long string of numbers on the business license,

live broadcast room, although the netizens

overwhelmed by her cute voice and serious

business license…name,

how to read, I would have almost believed it.

come out to work before the full

hostility in the live broadcast

and swept it aside: “What’s your boss’s name, and where is your ID card?

said weakly: “Who are you! Why

Kellen: “Huh? So what?”

Financial speechless.

the chair next to her with a fist, imitating fiercely:

who was floating

anymore, and with a wave of his sleeves,

a strange wind coming from nowhere, and it blew away the notebooks and documents on the table, revealing her temporarily hidden ID

it was blown by

can there be such a precise

a moment she thought of something, if she did too many bad things, she would be afraid of ghosts knocking on

his slender fingers pressing down on one of the documents, which was Louise’s ID

party have

sneered: “Hey…

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