C232 The Madness in Dixie Hall

Ye Shen's small hands were soft and soft, slightly cold and smooth. The feel of his hands was very good, as if he was holding a piece of warm jade.

Jack was a man of honor. He shook it a little before releasing it. He smiled and said, "Jack, Mu Zili. Northern Goose flies to Nanfang."

It was time to print a bunch of business cards. When Jack thought of this again, Ye Shen started slightly