Listening to Wu Yinan's words, Zhao Jingfa's muscles kept shaking, turning the topic aside: "I want to talk to you about business now."

"Business? Zhao Zong, how dare my little fart child talk to such an international grand gala as Zhao Zong? Wu Yinan said, taking a strong breath of cigarette, head up, slowly spitting smoke into the air.

"Let Yang Fang Huafang card, let Huang Lun come over!" Zhao Jing muffled his voice and said, "Otherwise, I can do it."

Wu Yinan looked at Zhao Jing with a sharp smoke and said, "What do you think I am?" Can you command Yang Xianghua?

"Her daughter can command!" Zhao Jing's...