"Yes, I bought you the roast duck you like."

"thank you, brother Che. I'll eat a bowl of rice more. Sit down first. I'll wash my face upstairs and come down with you."

"go ahead."

Lin Che watched Butong go upstairs, the smile on his face remained the same, but the temperature in his eyes was obviously cold. Looking at Song Chi on the sofa, "last time, thanks to your shooting to save Tongtong, I haven't found a chance to thank you. If you can use it in my place, please open your mouth at any time, don't be polite."

song Chi is almost sick. He has always been a...