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!","Are you still trying to justify yourself You won't give up until you hit the Yellow River!" Father yelled, making a phone call. "Zhou Zhe is already downstairs and will be here soon! Then I'll see what excuses you have left!","What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours"。