Little Servant knew what the husband wanted to ask, the rest of the matters could be left to Little Servant, as long as they were things he knew, Little Servant would definitely be able to ask them out. Husband should go find some friends and have a drink, and ease your mind."
Li Banfeng left the Portable Residence, a wave of scorching steam roamed across Chu Zikai's body, Chu Zikai endured the intense pain and shouted: "Without me, Li Qi wouldn't survive, the Birch Tree Hermit Society won't let him go, and neither will Snowflake Beach. You all just wait to collect his corpse!"
The Phonograph laughed and said: "These words, my ears have grown calluses from hearing them, Ying Ying, teach him the rules of speaking."
Hong Ying held a small knife, and sliced a cut on Chu Zikai's face: "Didn't I teach you manners before? How quickly you've forgotten?"
"Let me go! Let me leave this house, and I'll tell you the truth about the matter."
