C39 House Movements

Sitting in the middle was a young master with an arrogant expression on his face. He seemed to be the leader of the group.

Chen Zi'ang took the wine that was handed over to him. In his arms, he held a bare-chested beauty and coldly snorted as he looked her up and down.

"Tsk, what shameful thing is that …"

Chen Zi'ang paused, and his face became ugly