C231 The Downtrodden Little Mei

He hated anything that could steal Soong Weiyu's attention away!

Lin Zimo's fist froze on the wall for a long time before it slowly retracted.

At the V7 bar.

It had the reputation of the City N's Gold Sales Cave.

Those who could afford to come here were usually people with great backgrounds.

Huo Tianhao sat on a booth on the first floor and drank two glasses of wine in a bad mood