C200 Liangzhuo(3)

There was no need to ask. Xu Qingfeng was once again being pinched like a soft persimmon … Xu Qingfeng was speechless. How many pots had he taken on? Xu Qingfeng didn't say anything. Did they really think of Xu Qingfeng as a scapegoat?

"Look at you, does that make sense?" Xu Qingfeng said unhappily. Originally, Xu Qingfeng didn't care about what these black market people thought of him