C203 The Son's Bad Taste

"Let me help you apply it."

Xia Bing couldn't stand it any longer. Was it really necessary for Saang Shijuan, a man, to apply nail polish on himself?

Saang Shijuan raised his eyes with a hidden bitterness.

No matter how unwilling he was, he had to bite the bullet and continue playing.

He gave the nail polish to Xia Bing, Xia Bing very seriously painted Saang Shijuan.

Ten fingers