C150 The Pain of the Young Master

Loong Yeqian was wearing a black shirt with two buttons on his collar. His pale skin was exposed, and he was wearing black casual pants.

His beautiful, ghost-like facial features carried a demonic smile, "Sorry, my hands are slippery. "

His hands were slippery. . .

Did he think they were all blind. . .

Loong Jiarui angrily slammed the teacup in his hand onto the coffee table, "Loong Yeqian