C129 Decline

Ling Han remained unmoved, "Senior Zhu, stop messing around."

A soft sigh came from behind him, and the hand on his eye dropped.

Ling Han turned around and looked at Zhu Sheng quietly, "What do you want to do?"

Zhu Sheng was wearing a shirt, and his hair should have been meticulously tidied up. In the ambiguous light, his outline seemed to be even more handsome.

"I'll treat you to a meal