C875 Protect Our God Watanabe 76
The moment Zhang Ye sat down, he put his hand on Lu Fei's chair to let a small arm out of the mirror and greeted the fans in Lu Fei's broadcast room.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter that was comparable to a soprano's burst out from Xu Qingdu's position. For a moment, Xu Qingdu forgot what he wanted to say and he immediately stretched out his neck to look
