C2282 Jiu Zun Fu Huo Qingyang's Wrist(1)
In the private room, when Huo Qingyang had just filled the bottle of alcohol, a man wearing a black t-shirt and jeans walked in and whispered a few words into his ear.
Slanted eye, Huo Qingyang looked at him: "What's inside the needle?"
"If I'm not wrong, it should be the anesthetic!"
Nodding to show that he understood, Huo Qingyang waved his hands, and the man left
