Yu Zimu, "..."
Holy crap, this strength!
He glanced at Acheng.
Acheng stood there like a black butler, emitting an aura of intimidation.
Yu Zimu, "..."
Faced with Acheng's gaze, he gradually conceded, obediently sitting there and remaining silent.
Ji Yan came over and sat next to Yu Zimu.
Acheng sat next to Ji Yan, and thus, Ji Bo casually sat between Qin Shaoling and Acheng.
From beginning to end, he didn't spare Qin Shaoling a glance.
Qin Shaoling sat there, recalling the last time she had an abortion, hating him to death, almost burning two holes into him with her stare.
Ji Yan sat there, his eyes scanning the circle, and then looked at Ji Yan, "No introductions?"
Ji Yan, "..."
Coming as he did, obviously to find his wife, yet he sat there like a statue, as if inviting an ancestor.
Like this, coming is as good as not!
Not only that, he dragged him down too, damn it!
