C296 A Talent

Yet, Liao Zhenbo's icy cold voice could be heard once again. Not comfort. "Most of them are filled with disdain." Take it all away. Resume it. "

In front of outsiders. This was still not giving him face.

What could Zhuang Mengdie say? What was he doing? She could only suppress the bitterness in her throat. There were also tears that were on the verge of flowing out