Zhouzhou's Origins

Before the words were finished, Qin Lie glanced at him with a cold look, causing the Ancestral Master's heart to tremble with fear.

Damn, was this kid made of ice in his previous life?

The unfinished words froze in his throat.

Qin Lie withdrew his gaze, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to him, saying calmly, "Please have a seat, Ancestral Master."

His attitude was quite polite.

He changes his expression so quickly.

The Ancestral Master grumbled and sat down, thinking about what happened just now. He made a light snort, "I'm an old man, easily scared. If I were frightened and accidentally blurted something out in front of Zhouzhou... I can't imagine what would happen." No wonder he was scared.

Once again, before he could finish his words, Qin Lie's actions interrupted him.

But this time, it wasn't with his eyes.

It was with a bank card.