C296 What a Stingy Man

Zhao Chanqiu's palm was covered with a thin layer of calluses, which made Zhao Qinghe's neck itch. He could not help but dodge to the side. His movement was not big, and it was almost negligible. However, in this atmosphere, this movement was like a spark that set the fire on the ground with a swoosh.

"Brother. . . "

It was Zhao Chanqiu begging for mercy.

"Tch