C42 How Can I Have Such a Prodigal Son like You

Tang Ming looked towards the source of the sound. It was an acquaintance, an expert from the People's Hospital, Zhang Xinda. He did not expect this guy to participate in this Martial Arts Competition.

"Who dares to not give Zhang Jun face!"

After the old voice landed, Qiao Zhenguo shouted and turned around.

"It's me."

Zhang Xinda walked over with a livid expression