"Oh, isn't this Mr. Huang of the Colorful Pavilion? Why didn't you watch our girls fight in the competition field today? Are you in such a good mood to walk around here?"
In fact, local government runners were no different from hooligans and hooligans in the street, but they were also wearing official clothes. Usually, they would pay the grain as a filial son in the Chang'Le Fang, but these so-called high-level Musical House bosses all looked down upon them and looked down upon them. Therefore, they would not let go of this good opportunity now that it was a rare opportunity to beat them.
The older bailiff walked over to take a look at Yan Yexi and Wu Shizhi, who were still frowning and pretending to be dizzy in her arms. He then turned to Huang Cuixian and said with a strange smile, "Bo
