C565 Zhi Shang Martial Arts Club

Ren Qi felt insulted.

A few years ago, he had slept in the open and was used as a lackey.

He had earned less than 600,000 by relying on his blood and sweat.

You, Ye Fan, don't use any resources in the afternoon, yet you want to be on par with me?

If I can really do it, then my previous few years of life would have been in vain