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.

her father’s appearance yesterday, adjusting the bazooka and aiming at the business

sounded: “ID: Name: Louise, Gender: Boy, Age:

at the long string of numbers on the business license,

the live broadcast room, although the netizens didn’t see

overwhelmed by her cute voice and serious

here it says, business

know how to read, I would

before the full moon? Have

interrupted by the cute baby, the hostility

changed the topic, grabbed the bazooka and swept it aside: “What’s your boss’s name, and where is your

“Who are you! Why do you check our documents? You are breaking

Kellen: “Huh? So what?”

Financial speechless.

her with a fist, imitating fiercely: “So

was floating aside, stroked his

stand it anymore, and with a wave of his sleeves, the ID cards

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

like it was blown by the

can there be such

afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, and the fiance minister was so frightened that she didn’t dare

camera, his slender fingers pressing down on one of the documents, which

have any sophistry?”

“Hey…

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