C1792 The Son of the Mayor Was Humiliated

"Elder sister Min, what's the meaning of this?"

Lu Zhiyao's beautiful face immediately turned cold as she looked at full pavilion Zhao Min.

"Cough cough, this is …"

Zhao Min's face was full of awkwardness, just as he was about to explain, the man with the highest cultivation realm said, "Oh, Miss Lu, Sister Zhang Rong, I called her!"

Seeing that Lu Zhiyao's face was still gloomy