C508 He Pointed at His Nose and Cursed

"Zhiling, I. . . " Seeing Lee Zhiling's angry face, Zhao Sanjin wanted to say a few funny words to liven up the atmosphere, but he did not expect that before he could say anything, Lee Zhiling reached out and covered his mouth. He said, "You are a mental patient. Talking to you will lower my IQ. "

Walking into the elevator of the company building