C685 Not a hongmen banquet

Xiao Chenfei stared fixedly at the plate of pastries in front of him that had been washed by Xiao Yi's wine from the spout, the veins on his forehead popping out one by one. He clenched his fists tightly as a raging fire burned in his stomach.

This was simply bullying. Was that plate of dessert still edible?

In that moment,'s eyes surged with dense hatred. With a savage expression