C483 Just like an Ant

Dong.

Dong. Dong.

Dong, dong, dong.

In an instant.

Following the rhythm of Zhang Henn's fingers tapping on the armrest, they gradually intersected.

It actually made the wine in the glass on the table in front of him roll like a tsunami and shake unceasingly. It was like a Nine Heaven God that used one finger to split the four seas and the eight wastelands