C700 Call Me Old Lee

Cui Dacong opened his mouth, and his resentful gaze was like that of a poor villager who had been bullied for eight generations. Unfortunately, Wang Yue didn't care about his mood at all. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still useful, Wang Yue would have already sent him to heaven.

Wang Yue asked softly, "Do you want to die or live?"

Of course, no one wanted to die