"Yin Xiangye, drink a glass of water and you will be relieved!" Jin Shan hands a cup of tea to Yin Chongde's side table.

"hum!" Yin Chongde's face was livid, and he slapped the table beside him. The tea cup on it was shaking, and he could not care about the painful palm. The polite looking Prime Minister stood up and swore. What is he? Just a grassroots? How dare you be so arrogant! " Yin Chongde is pacing back and forth, pointing to the east main room with his hands. He looks very angry.

"why is Xiangye so angry? After all, we can't fight him now. " Jin Shan's...