C4176 I Intend to Hang Him on a Tree

Zhao Tong sat on a stool in a daze. This stool was shorter than an ordinary stool, so after he sat down, it only reached the waist of the crowd.

Ning Qi sat in the middle of the main seat and smiled at Zhao Tong. "Junior brother, is this stool that senior brother specially prepared for you comfortable?"

"Comfortable..."

Zhao Tong squeezed out a forced smile on his face