C196 What a Tycoon Fake Intimacy

Ye Fan smiled faintly.

He recognized this man.

Just now, he was met with a hateful gaze. The owner of the gaze was him.

He didn't know what his purpose was.

"Song Xing, I don't need you. I can handle it myself."

"Stop it. You're no longer a member of our store. Let me sell it."

"Besides, I suspect that this kid is trying to show off. A 50,000 RMB computer can't satisfy him