"Heh..." Fang Zheng picked up a pistol, his eyes flickering:
"Next year, in the election for president of the Porcelain Merchant Association, the Thousand-Hand Xing Family and the White Porcelain Sun Family have already agreed to elect me as the president of the association."
"You know, I'm very busy."
As he spoke, he raised the pistol, unlocked the safety, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang!"
Every shot hit the bullseye.
"Clap clap..."
Xia Hong applauded, her pretty face blushing:
"Boss Fang, you have such precise shooting skills. It's the first time I've seen a man shoot so accurately. Can you teach me?"
?
Fang Zheng was speechless.
This woman never misses a chance to tease, making one's heart itch.
Today, Xia Hong was still dressed glamorously, with makeup that didn't seem overdone; her clothes showed off her figure while wrapping her up tightly.
This thoughtfulness...
Only she could come up with that.
