"Hey, what's that look on your face? I don't deserve it?" Seeing Guan Yu's dementia, Oriental Fire Dance was somewhat dissatisfied.

"No, lady Dongfang, how could she not match me? I am not worthy of your old man!"

That sweat of Guan Yu, it is more than enough to accompany anyone with the appearance and family background of Oriental Fire Dance. But Guan Yu is not a stallion. Seeing someone who likes one, he has to feel good or bad.

Besides, there's Feng Xin, a Mafia elder sister in the family, and she's a tough little princess, needle pointed to wheat awn. She doesn't have to do anything anymore. Let's...