C88 This little fellow who doesn't spare anyone with his mouth

"Looks like today's battle is going well. Are you here to celebrate?" Qi Qingfeng's brows moved slightly, and without leaving a trace, he glanced at the drink that was placed opposite of Yu Xiaoxiao.

The straw had traces of being bitten. Judging from the light red lipstick on it, it was most likely a woman.

He retracted his gaze, and turned to look at Yu Xiaoxiao indifferently