C245 Dog Skin Plaster

Is this man a plaster? Why is he looking at me so pitifully, as if I owe him twenty to fifty thousand.

Shi Cheng pushed Bo Yan away. "You, you, you, stay away from me!"

Bo Yan leaned against Shi Cheng's desk and fiddled with the documents on the table with one hand. His legs were crossed. For some reason, Shi Cheng felt that this person was filled with an air of flirtation