C918 The Mysterious Guest

Before anyone could react, Zou Han jumped off his chair and ran.

Before he left, he didn't forget to stuff a few more rolls of meat into his mouth.

"What is Zou Han doing..."

Before Sheng Chuxi could finish, she saw Zou Han's manager rush in from the entrance of the hotpot restaurant.

The fire in his eyes was even redder than the fire under the hotpot