C414 Narcissism 20

Hearing Qin Wushuang's words, Miao Yunhe's smile gradually stiffened. The fingers holding the teacup tightened as the muscles on his face bulged. He stared at Qin Wushuang without blinking.

In the curtained lobby, Shardson shot up from his seat, took two steps forward, and stopped dead in his tracks.

He raised his head and looked indifferently at Miao Yunhe. He continued speaking