C700 Once Again

Half an hour later, Lee Yifann put his hands in his pockets and left with a smile on his face.

Bang!

A wave of exasperated curses came from the room behind him.

The pale-faced man's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He was so angry that he stomped his feet. He wished he could flip the table, "F * ck! This bastard! ... I actually, I actually got..."

He, a man with great foresight