C1127 Phlegm

"Mr. Qin, competing with words is meaningless. Why don't we make a bet like this — if our Guo Family wins, you can let me go and help me do things in the future. If you win, I'll listen to you in the future and help you do things, okay? " Guo Songyang made a cunning suggestion.

"What qualifications do you have to bet with me?" Qin Lang said indifferently, "You don't even have the right to bet