C93 Fried

"Not bad." Zhang Yang smiled playfully as he turned the gun in his hand in a circle and put it back in its original place.

After pacing around the room, he picked up the exquisite and small handgun that was convenient to carry and waved it. "This one, do you want to return it after using it?"

"Others have to return it." Chun'er smiled. She glanced at Zhang Yang and shook her head. "But, Mr