Urban All-Rounder Sy

Xia Ming suddenly jumped up from the sofa, stood up, and exclaimed in horror: "Who is it, who is talking to me",Xia Ming froze again, his face filled with terror once more. He was just an ordinary person, even though he was tall and strong, he couldn't stand such a strange thing appearing before him.,Xiaoming's fists were pummeling wildly, his face pale as a sheet, his lips quivering. He had just finished showering, and in that instant, he broke out in a cold sweat. The sweat trickled down his forehead.。