C55 We Don't Get along Let's Break up

Someone placed a chair behind Mu Zhanchen. Mu Zhanchen sat down and folded his legs elegantly. His voice was low and cold.

"Who is your uncle? I don't remember having a nephew like you."

"S-sorry." Zhang Chengken didn't dare to raise his head.

"Do you want to go out with Mianmian?" Mu Zhanchen asked. His voice suddenly turned cold. "The guy with the broken arm behind the screen is not dead yet