"Let's go." Lingxiao looks at the man who is drunk and full. He can't help but worry. There are three hours left for the press conference.

open a can of beer and a large-scale game CD at magic Pavilion, and be ready to kill!

Lingxiao stares at the front with his eyes dead. He would like to stare at the big ice block and sigh a little: "devil Xuan, it's too late to go." He has always been a big brand, but he has never been late. Moreover, it is impolite for such a large press conference to be late, which has a great impact on his image.

"beer." Reach...