In Zhao Tiezhu's villa, Wu Xin and others were sitting on the sofa with a dignified look. They were discussing what to do. Xiao Qi stood beside him with his hands wrapped around his chest and his eyes showed thoughtfulness.

"Sister Xin, what exactly is the iron pillar? It was terrible last night. Yang Rui's face was reddish, his hands crossed and hugged him. He seemed to think of the madness of last night, and some of his heart was palpitating.

"Yes, Sister Xin, how can the iron pillar be so rude?" Wu Xin also muttered an echo, and Su Yi immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Qin Xin's...