"You stop for me," Jiang called. "Can you set a good example for the struggle and xiaoyueya? Who would buy these junk food in the middle of the night and eat it in the room? "

Li Wanyue couldn't bear it. He turned to him and looked at him angrily. "It's your business to choose the few and noble master Jiang. You're noble. You can't see these junk food. But can you not interfere with me? I've never led a bad fight and a small crescent moon, and I've never interfered with anyone. If you're offended, you have to pick my prick everywhere?" Jiang picked one and frowned. He didn't...