C117 Smelly Bitch Mo Xiaosu

"On account of your good attitude, of course, I won't make a fuss about it. Otherwise, it would appear that I am narrow-minded." Zhou Fann looked at Hsiao Jinhong indifferently and took a sip of wine.

As for Wang Xi, he didn't seem to want to drink. He just poured some juice and didn't say anything.

"Yes, yes, yes. With Mr. Zhou's strength, we are nothing but ants in your eyes