C88 His' Stomach 'is Very Good

"Tang Kexin, you did that on purpose, didn't you? Such a place, are people coming? "

Leng Mohuai frowned and spoke a bit louder.

He took a look at the palm-sized space. It was only a small place and there were six tables. Moreover, what was the smell of this place? The stench of sweat, the smell of poor wine, the smell of smoke …

He could not bear to look at the naked man at the next table