C90 Fail to Bring down the Steps

"You!" Xi Lin turned around and glared at him. Shameless. "If you're not bored, why would you run over to someone's house? If you're bored, what do you plan to do?"

"I want you to make me a meal." Fann Shaopeng walked to the sofa and sat down. He put his long legs on the tea table, touched a card and threw it on the tea table.

"It's not for free. This is money for processing food