The ribs answered and went out.
Soon, a man and a woman came in.
The man was Chen Sirong's ex-boyfriend, Chen Haoran, while the woman was a cross-faced girl.
"It's all right. It's all right." Chen Haoran looked at the man lying on the desk and laughed like a eunuch. "Zhang Junbao, you have your mother too..."
"Today," he said. He was about to rush over and attack when he was stopped by the flatbread.
"Chen Haoran, do you dare to move before I finish my sentence?" asked Chen Haoran as he shot a cold glance at him.
Chen Haoran stopped what he was doing and turned around. He smiled obsequiously and said, "I'm sorry, sister. Let's start first."
Qian Ping came over and smiled strangely. "Hmph, Zhang Junbao, the blame is that you don't know how to appreciate favors. How dare you offend me
