"Lin Feng, no nonsense!" Leng Jiahe said.

peirick clapped his hands, which seemed to be his habitual action. He smiled and said: "Mr. Lin is really frank, so we can make up our minds. The president and the professor, you have no opinion now. "

Lin Feng looked at peirick and said, "listen to me. No matter where I am, I don't care if you have any plot. Now I'm going to have a rest. I hope you can disappear in front of me. I hate people chattering when I'm sick, like a damn sparrow. Do you understand? Mr speaker? "

peirick's face was white. In his life, no one...