"wind two, you and you..." Seeing the wind two kicking a plasma TV in the hall into a rotten iron, Yang Tian ran angrily and looked at the scrap iron with heartache.

Feng ER had a funny face and saw that Yang Tian was going to rush up and try his best. He hurriedly backed away several steps before he waved and said, "Yang Tian, don't be so angry. You are also a master. Why are you so mean? Is it plasma TV? Ah ah ah, I asked the old man of Feng family to send you thousands of sets. "

Yang Tian clenched his fist and kicked the rotten...