C521 Iron Box

Xie Ziyan's face had been twitching ever since Qin Zixia had stepped on him. He refused with a grin, "Junior Sister Qin, let's drink later. My feet aren't feeling very comfortable right now."

Qin Zixia cast a sidelong glance at Xie Ziyan and asked, "Have you contracted rheumatism?" As he spoke, he used more strength in his legs.

Xie Ziyan's face was about to turn bitter. "Yes, yes