C232 What Type Do You like

Zhao Feng was so mad that he couldn't find a place to go.

You want to fight? Cough cough, my hand is still hurting. I wonder if my bones are broken or not.

An Shimo stood at the doorway and happened to see what had just happened. Even if he hadn't said anything, the gratified smile on his face was enough to express his feelings.

"Dad