"It's so boring. I wanted to continue playing for a while. It looks like it's over."

Sister Lan shook her head somewhat disappointingly, pointing her long nails at Zhao Bin, with a cold look in her eyes and a less easygoing expression on her face.

"Cough, Miss Chen, give it to me here."

Coughing with English, Zhao Bin couldn't help looking at the direction of the stairs, and found that the direction of the stairs came down a 60-up old man.

The other side is carrying a dark red crutch, a wrinkled face, unlike the way it should be at this age.

A pair of sharp eyes, like a falcon...