C1192 It's the Gambling Saint

How did this guy get here?

"Hey! Big brother, are you the one standing on the windowsill?"

In front of the garden door, Zhao Shiren waved his hands and shouted excitedly at his phone.

At this time, Liang Chen stretched lazily, closed the curtains, and closed the phone. He walked to the bathroom and washed up. After a while, Lu Sen's voice came from the door