"Damn your ass, if you play your best, you may win."

"Maybe?"

"Cough, I say yes."

"Certainly?"

"Are you kid going or not?"

"Isn't it necessary to book an airline ticket? I'm not Superman and I can't fly.

After the phone call with Mr. Qian, Zhao Bin wanted to curse some dirty words in his heart. Tonight's good birthday was all messed up, which was totally inconsistent with his script.

Mingming was able to do some shy things with Xia Ling, but he was disturbed by Guo An. Now it's completely useless. He got him to the southernmost part of China by a phone call from Master Qian.

Sitting on...