C6381 What the Hell Is He?

Seeing this, the middle-aged man felt a little better.

"Humph, only those who are on the same level as me can compete with each other. I won't argue with a fool about the length of my hair!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man stood up abruptly and tidied up his clothes. He deliberately said to Zhao Ying'er.

"Junior Sister Zhao, come with me to the interview in the afternoon