C142 Harvest Season

Yang Tong chuckled as he looked at Lu Sheng. He sipped his wine, then patted Lu Sheng's shoulder. "Constable Lu, as the saying goes, there's a quarrel at the head of the bed. As long as you're good at anything, any girl, no matter how unreasonable, will be convinced by you."

Realizing what he was talking about, Lu Xian's face reddened. It wasn't that he had never had a good time