Ye Cheng's towel flung hard on the ground, unforgivable. The two little women outside said he had a toothpick!

Is this it? Is this a toothpick?

Ye Cheng looked down at the guy he was proud of. If this was a toothpick, there would be no stick under that day! But why are you so energetic? People outside say you're a toothpick. You're still in high spirits. What do you want to do?

Ye Cheng was speechless about his life. He raised his eyebrows and was embarrassed. He dared to carry him to the men's club. Did those young men look good to him? Oh, No.

Suddenly thought of what...