C62 Type X Continuing Therapy

"Do you think this is a market selling spring onion and vegetables? If you want to bargain, come and eat. I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first." Fu Yunqian pushed his chair aside and stood up. It was hard to hide his anger from his elegant figure.

With a slight smile on his face, Fu Zihao lowered his head and took down the square towel pinned to his chest and threw it on the table