C407 A Bet with Zhang Yuhui

Looking at Zhang Yuhui's strange smile, my face turned red. Picking up the cigarette that he threw to me, I slightly frowned as I looked at Young Master Qian and said. " Young Master Qian, what the f * ck do you want to do? Did you drink too much? Zhang Yuhui is my big brother, my real big brother. What, do you think my big brother will harm me? Put down your gun and sit down! "

" Brother Hui