C437 Identity

"Get out of the way."

Looking at Zhong Wentao, Ximen Yue coldly stated. Could his attitude towards Zhong Wentao be a little better?

"Stop messing around, these clothes don't suit you."

Zhong Wentao opened her mouth seriously, he truly felt that Ximen Yue was more suited to the sweet wind, and the banquet was about to begin, they did not have the time to waste here