C157 The Twin Sisters' Counterattack 47

Xie Haoqiang's expression was extremely cold, as if he was not the one that showed his violent feelings that day. He stared at the blogging chart and the two people's hands that were tightly held.

Resisting the urge to chop off that man's claw with a knife, he rubbed his aching forehead. The air around him became colder.

"You can leave first. We'll talk about this later." He waved his hand