C171 Accept the Insult(2)

Dressed in a handmade grey suit with a bow tie, well-ironed pants, his hair combed back meticulously, but his face had a very solemn expression.

Huo Tianqing raised his ink-black eyes, which were as deep as a deep pool, and looked at Isino with a faint expression on his face. The corner of his lips curled up slightly. He pointed to the seat in front of him and said