C65 I Just Want to be Alive

Mu Liye was wiping his hands with a napkin. Hearing these words, he clenched his hands indifferently. The ink-black cloth was tightly held in his hand.

As for Xu Ang, who was eating a steak, his fork landed on his plate, making an impolite sound.

Noticing their unsightly expressions, Ji Wanbai was still explaining, "That company is indeed not a specialized clothing design company