C488 Terminating

Zhang Xiaomao shook his head and smiled.

"It's fine. The score should be even." Zhang Xiaomao stretched his muscles and bones and went on the free-throw line.

When Zhang Xiaomao passed by Young Master Jin's room, Young Master Jin could feel the atmosphere in the room.

"You can actually stand up. Who the hell are you?" Young Master Jin said in a flustered and exasperated manner