Qian Wencai walked out of the woods and came to the tennis court. Qian Wencai was meditating. Zhang Xingxing wanted to say something along the way. At last, he could not help but say with an uncomfortable face: "Little money, Li Changshun scared us a few words and then withdrew. Is that too prudent? In case there is no surveillance camera in it, is he fooling us?

"Then why didn't you shoot an arrow into his eyebrow just now?" Qian Wencai despised Dao.

"Didn't you say that Zhong Lingxiu followed up, let's humiliate Li Changshun first?"

"But do you think Li Changshun's chest looks like a bamboo, as if he...