C198 It's Not Your Tool

He tossed the lighter lightly in the air, one of his legs bent slightly, leaned against the door, and drilled again and again to press the lighter.

Gao Jinhan felt that this was simply a child's play, and he was especially happy.

Dai Qingge felt that she was right, but Gao Jinhan did not change.

At least he, Gao Jinhan, was even more shameless than two years ago