C322 Truthful Information

"Zhou Lan, who do you think you are?" Ye Zhaohua pursed his lips, his voice was still cold.

Luo Jia had never thought of it this way. What right did Zhou Lan have to think of it that way?

What's more, these words were filled with pain, Ye Zhaohua could not calm down at all.

"Hoh, why did I mention your sore spot? So you're filled with sadness now, right? But what I said was true. Who am I