C1467 Apoplexy

On the first night of Li Qingyu's aggressive bragging.

In the living room of Lu Qingshan's manor, Lu Qingshan was holding a covered bowl with a gloomy face. The lid was gently rubbing against the edge of the bowl, emitting a slight crackling sound.

Wang Jinbo angrily spun around on the ground.

"Damn it, Zhai Xingyue finally agreed to make it up. I understand