C55 Don't Tell Me You like Young Master Xi Xi?

"Pah!"

Early in the morning, a crisp sound of something falling came from the West Hill house.

Mr Xi was wrapped in a bath towel. He looked at the phone on the floor that was broken into eight pieces. His eyebrows were knitted and his eyes were gloomy.

It was the first time for the gentle noble young master like him to have such an unsightly expression.

Just now