C133 An Unhappy Banquet

Zhao Yuanzheng sneered. "Is there anyone else who wants to propose a toast to me? All of you, come here."

"By the way, don't let Ning give me a toast. Her annual income of one to two million was not even comparable to Zhao Xiang's two to three months of income. She was not enough to scare me. "

The people of Ye family kept silent