C956 956

The backbone sat down one by one while Zhao Shilin sat at the seat of the boss. He continuously called for the backbone to sit down and urge Waiter to serve the dishes. He was dressed up as usual, with a split head, as if he had been licked by a donkey.

Zhao Shilin had always been like this. He was less courageous and more scholarly.

Chen Zeming's seat was still empty