C743 Shi Biao

Zhan Ming had a sense of foreboding. This time, the guest in front of him was obviously led by this man, but it was the first time he saw him today. He didn't know why he had provoked him.

"Are you the new guest?" The man's expression was cold and indifferent, with a trace of disdain on the corner of his mouth. His small eyes narrowed.

"That's right." Zhan Ming looked at the man with interest