C399 Disorder(1)

It was already seven o'clock in the evening. Zhao Baogang was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in the private room.

In his heart, he had already greeted all of Tian Fang's three generations of females. Even so, it still could not reduce his anger.

Zhao Baogang secretly decided that after today's success, he would not easily spare this snobbish, realistic, forward-looking