C688 Cold Treatment
"Wait a moment, Young Master Qin. " Le Hu did not dare to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He bowed ninety degrees respectfully and then turned around abruptly. He stared at the bald-headed Jian, who had collapsed on the sofa and looked a little absent-minded, and snorted coldly. "What's your name?"
"Ah? Me? My name is Wang Jian. " Bald Jian realized that Le Hu was staring at him fiercely
