"Chen Jinlong? I haven't heard of that name. Yamamoto Yamamoto's eyes also burst with contempt: "Are you Chinese?"

Su Rui smiled and nodded.

"Cathaysian people rush into my room, they're just looking for death!" Yamamoto Yamamoto yarn knitting did not know what kind of edification it received. It really took the Chinese people as soft persimmons that could be kneaded and pinched at will.

"It doesn't matter that you haven't heard Chen Jinlong's name. I told you now, so you can just remember it." Su Rui smiled lightly and then said, "Of course, I have another name in China, called Su Rui."

"Su Rui?" Hearing this name, Yamamoto Yamamoto felt...