C690 Yang lang zhan xiao xie pan

"That's right. I'm from the sea, so what?" Hearing the indifferent tone of the young man with a short stature and arrogant eyes, Yang Lang said in a cold voice with his eyes narrowed.

The slightly built, youth who had a haughty look in his eyes immediately revealed a cold gaze when he heard Yang Lang's reply. The corners of his mouth hooked into a sneer, and he said: "So what? I don't know