"What do you want?" Staring at Tang poetry, Qian couldn't catch up. Chu Fei couldn't understand the intention of the weak youth.

"what do you want? I just want to go to genius college with you. Do you have to refuse even this little request? " The eyes of resentment, when it comes to this, the eyes of Tang poetry become a great grievance.

"well, I've lost you a hundred gold coins. Yesterday you also reported them back. We don't owe each other so far. I ask you not to bother me again, OK?" It's helpless to look at this young man. It's not fighting. It's not fighting. It's passive....