Snap a teacup and gently buckle the mahogany tea table. Chen Qinbing poured out a mouthful of sulking. He commented, Su Yu Ning likes to make tea, and I also know something about doorways. Boss, today’s tea is good. It’s a pity that tea people are not smart enough to wave this good tea. He glanced at his efforts to make himself tolerant. Chen Qinbing sneered.
Li Shen’s eyes become deep and dark. Chen Qinbing’s Zhang Wenzhi’s gentle face is really suitable for being a loser.…