Under Gao Qiong’s menacing gaze, Pei Chuan who was wearing the fallen god mask pursed his lips. “You can’t.”
Bei Yao was extremely disappointed, and her dejected look pleased Gao Qiong. Gao Qiong thought to herself, The fake can’t surpass the real one. If it was the real Bei Yao, with how much Satan likes her, how could he reject her?
Pei Chuan said to the girl again, “If you are afraid at night, you can give me a call.”