C558 How Can I Do That

A sound of grinding was heard as the glass tea table slid across the floor. The next second, Qin Fangang quietly stretched out his leg and slightly leaned to the side. The coffee table stopped a few centimeters away from him.

Lu Shiyun's face turned green, and he flung the crutch in his hand at Lu Yihan's face, pointing it at him and cursing, "Yihan