C582 0583 Dissociation

As he spoke, he grinned evilly at Ye Xiaofan.

Idiot, the young man tried his best to resist the pain as he said this. In his eyes, Ye Xiaofan was already a dead man.

Ye Xiaofan naturally understood the bird language, but he paid it no mind. Instead, he smiled at the restaurant manager and asked, "Excuse me, how many bottles of red wine do you have?"

Hearing Ye Xiaofan's words