C398 Don't Make Me Angry

Chen Yan's expression was very twisted.

F * ck, it must have been that bastard Wen Shiyuan.

Chen Yan raised his head and met Qi Huaiyang's gaze. The other party's gaze was 100% cold. If looks could kill, Chen Yan might have been frozen into slag.

"Explain?" Qi Huaiyang was even holding a few Durees in his hands. This scene looked extremely strange — a handsome youth