C417 Feng Chen's Declaration

Words that don't match a cow's head and horse's mouth suddenly spread between the two of them.

Ji Xing Ze frowned, then the corner of his mouth lightly raised, and elegantly raised the bangs on his forehead.

Under the sunlight, the flaxen bangs were bright in color, and drew a beautiful arc in the air.

"My handsomeness, of course I can break the Venice record