A Heavenly Gift: The

Qiao Qian's fingers turned icy cold: "I don't believe it! I want to confront Zhou Zhe face-to-face!","What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours",Moving in a daze, he stared at Zhou Zhe as he charged toward him, his hands and feet icy cold.。