"Oh? Did he really say that?"

Nie Feng, who has always been unsmiling, evoked his lips. He moved his body in front of the door, leaking out the people behind him and finding a chair to sit down at will.

"Marcus, are you touched that someone is going to rip off his head for you now?"

Marcus sat down next to him with a blank face, and his voice was very cold: "Touched."

Seeing this, Nie Feng had no choice but to spread his hand: "You are really boring."

Feng Du, who was clear about the situation, had his mouth wide enough to put an egg in it.

"Me, me......