C22 The Chicken Wing Was Very Good

Hearing the name Ying Zhengzheng, Qin Shihuang spat out the rice in his mouth.

"Sigh, Mr. Ying, eat slowly. No one is going to snatch it from you," Huang Xiaowei said with a guilty conscience.

Qin Shihuang glanced at him resentfully, took the tissue from Meng Tian, and wiped his mouth, pretending as if his ears had been stuffed with donkey dung.

Damn it