Yan Xu sneered, "Whether I can rest easy depends on my own ability, which is not always worrying about you."

He looked at Fang Lao's face and said, "Fang Chengcai is dead. I don't care about the resentment between you and Fang's family. I hope it's not my one-sided idea."

"Of course, if you are still entangled, I respect your idea, but then I will not be soft, you don't blame me me me for turning my face and denying people."

means something and throws it loudly. Fang Lao for a while did not know what words to refute. Just trembling and glaring angrily, "Don't forget, your handle is still...