C94 Lower Sheath

"Alright!" The fat pig said to the bureau chief with a smile and then bent down to pick up a glass of wine.

"Thank you, bureau chief. This cup is for you, you don't have to touch it." This time, it was not Zhang Ming who was controlling his dreams. It was Piggy himself who was controlling the dreams and toasting the Chief.

No wonder you're so fat, if you drink like this