C598 Competing

Zhong Weiguo held Ye Fei's right hand tightly and exerted his strength. However, a strange thought entered his mind.

"Why is Ye Leng's hand like a girl's? Why is it so soft? I can't use any strength to hold it, but it gives me the feeling that I can crush it."

Zhong Weiguo was shocked. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing