C41 His Temper Is Really Bad

In a private room in Qiqi, Di Changchuan's tall figure was leaning on a leather sofa. Half of his body was hidden in the darkness around him. The bright lights were flickering. On the man's cold and stern face, it was even more obscure.

"Changchuan, let me show you." On the side, Soong Ziliang suddenly came over and sent the phone over