C157 The countermeasure of mint

Chen Gefeng's face was cold, a devouring light flashed in his eyes.

Long Lin played with the lighter, a cold glint flashing past his eyes.

So what if he was young or crazy?

In the face of death, Young Master Kuang had to obediently act like a grandson.

"So that's all the infamous Young Master Kuang from the Yanjing has."

After looking at Chen Gefeng with disdain