C661 Skin of Face

Zhao Chuntian's skin was thin, he was not a match for these woman who spent all their time blabbering about their wives. After being said a few words by these people, his face was boiling hot, his cheeks were red, and the rims of his eyes were hot, as if he was about to cry.

"What do you mean?" Pann Xiao'e immediately walked over and snorted: "You don't want to work anymore