C899 Meet Fatty Fang

Seeing his shocked expression, I smiled at him, then pushed him away. Walking to the sofa in the room, I picked up the bottle of red wine on the table and tasted it, not replying to Fatty Fang's words.

"It can't be, Xiao Feng, have you really decided? I'm not dreaming, am I? " Looking at my tacit approval, Fatty Fang opened his mouth wide in shock