C172 Brother Bodhisattva Don't be Angry

In the innermost private room on the second floor of the Hundred Garden, Wang Fann was smoking lazily. He leaned against the back of the soft sofa with one of his legs casually resting on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

The madman sitting next to Wang Fann looked at Tiantian, who was standing in the middle of the room, with a gloomy face. He was playing with a shining dagger in his hand