C520 Irritated

"What are you talking about?"

Although no one knew how to refute him, it didn't mean that no one had any objections.

Zhao Xingchu looked at Wu Gui coldly. The black dagger in his hand seemed to be eager to make a move.

The air seemed to have become much heavier at this moment. It seemed that as long as Wu Gui's next words were not appropriate, the dagger would make a move