C570 Xishandua

"Bastard?" "Stinking hooligan?"

The rich young man of the second generation raised his head and laughed, he glanced at Yan Cong's body and then spoke to the two big sized men behind him: "Tell me, do you guys think I am a bastard, a smelly hooligan?"

"Yes!"

The two big men answered in unison.

The young man from the second generation nodded his head in satisfaction