As a result, they struggled to throw Ye Fengsheng directly onto their shoulders.
Originally, it was the head of a table eight meters high, with thick eyebrows and large eyes. He was tall and strong. Now, Zhou's watching brother barely squeezed out a burst of happiness.
However, Ye Fengsheng did not want to throw it away. Chu Ya was unwilling to sit, she slowly stood up, with a layer of frost on her face.
A man looked and firmly replied, "Who are you talking about again?"
At the same time, Ye Fengsheng's pale hand had already been tightly grasped by some stranger's wrist, with a gentle flick of the middle finger and index finger, a strong aura had already penetrated through the skin directly into his nerves.
Almost unconsciously, if he encountered something like fire, why would curiosity control him in an instant?
"I don't like people talking behind my back. If they do not want to show themselves, they can wait. If you want to know, tell me again."
