C230 Bombardment
"What? You are a man, and you actually want us to be your cannon fodder!"
On the second floor of the shabby hotel, Su Muzhu was standing in Chen Xing's room with a water bucket in her hands. She was glaring at him with her eyes as big as copper bells.
"I'm not cannon fodder, I'm the driver," Chen Xing said indifferently, as if the tigress in front of him was not intimidating at all
