C39 I Am Thick Soil

The moment Wang Fann's words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room instantly became tense. Mr Nan stood up with a gloomy face, the Buddha beads in his hands were cracking. Even the madman had his hand on his waist.

Master Xia, on the other hand, had a joyful expression on his face. He slowly stood up and said with a smile, "Fatty, yes. Didn't someone bring me a wreath?"

"Master Xia