C1898 Performing Competition

Damn it.

Ye Kangye's face immediately turned dark.

Then what are you doing here? Was he here to watch a good show?

Wang Xiaohu stopped ten steps away from Ye Kangye and subconsciously held his nose with his hand.

It was too smelly.

Seeing that Ye Kangye's expression was so dark that it seemed as if water would drip out, he quickly said in a flattering manner, "Senior Brother Ye