C272 Counterattack

What do you mean $1, $1, $1? Zhao Sanjin was spouting nonsense and talking nonsense. It was obvious that he was playing with Silk-pantyhosed Beauty, but there was no other way. In front of Zhao Sanjin, Silk-pantyhosed Beauty did not have the strength to fight back. Besides a few words of scolding, she was only left with the fate of being played.

On one side