After Liancheng Yazhi finished speaking, he glanced at Rong Yan's lower body as if he was pointing at something. The meaning was conveyed by his lecherous gaze, and there was no need for any explanation.
Rong Yan gritted her teeth. If Liancheng Yazhi had not taken away the knife he had given her just now, the knife would have been stabbed into his body by now.
'bastard, pervert, son of a b * tch, he's still thinking about going into heat at this time.'
f * ck off, do you still think i'm serving you?
Rong Yan would not suffer such a loss. She pouted and said, " Mr. Liancheng, I'm not interested in your 'bullets' now. Besides, you've been singing and dancing every night for the past month. Do you still have any in stock? "
Liancheng Yazhi's face froze for a moment before it turned cold. Damn it, he actually dared to doubt his ability.
Liancheng Yazhi gritted his teeth. don't worry. I'll let you know how much stock we have accumulated for a month.