C159 The Greatest Comfort

Xiang Xirong stretched out his index finger and waved it in the air. His narrowed eyes looked a bit vulgar.

Yaan Chenghuai felt disgusted, but he still smiled on the surface, waiting for his response.

Xiang Xirong did not appreciate it. "Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. It must have been hard for Yaan's Group to be second in ten thousand years