C75 Prison with His Name Written on It

Take Jee Xiaobei's card and swipe it. It was a quick one. He only picked the expensive ones and didn't pick the right ones. He took down all the branded highlights that he liked.

In Wang Fujing, a scarf could be as high as tens of thousands, or even dozens of times.

He swiped it without blinking. As long as he felt that the color was right, as long as he looked at it a few more times