"No." Lin Hao still shook his head lightly.

Lin Hao's attitude is very clear. He is determined not to cure the disease for his heart. His heart's skin is thin. Now he doesn't know what to say.

everyone's eyes are wide open. No one knows what to say.

"this Xiao Hao, it was my uncle just now. He mistakenly blamed you. Ha ha I hope you don't mind. " The middle-aged man frowned, hesitated and said awkwardly. Shit! I have such great ability to pretend to be a grandson just now! How shameless!

Lin Hao said nothing with a sneer.

seeing this, the middle-aged man was stunned. His face turned...