C196 What a Tycoon Fake Intimacy
Ye Fan smiled faintly.
He recognized this man.
Just now, he was met with a hateful gaze. The owner of the gaze was him.
He didn't know what his purpose was.
"Song Xing, I don't need you. I can handle it myself."
"Stop it. You're no longer a member of our store. Let me sell it."
"Besides, I suspect that this kid is trying to show off. A 50,000 RMB computer can't satisfy him