C862 Cold War

The more the assistant explained, the uglier he looked.

He almost wrote the words we don't dare on his face.

Bo Qian glared at the assistant. His words circled three times in his throat, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

He snorted coldly, stood up, and went downstairs.

The assistant finally heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed behind him.

"Young Master