After probing his hand, Zhang Yangmeng caught a group of things. Publicity is not a fool. It's natural to know what it is.

"this must be the beauty master's." Make public ha ha a smile, in the mind think have cheap not to occupy son of a bitch, hurriedly put both hands all stretched over.

after grabbing two of them, Zhang Yang suddenly felt something was wrong. The size of the thing he was holding was a little small. It seemed that it was not the beauty master's.

it's not a beauty master. Who will it be? Zhang Yang withdrew his hand in fright. As soon as he was ready...