Young master Zhao's luck today

He didn't know who had given them the confidence that the basketball team would definitely lose.

"Since we've already chosen the raw jade, young master Zhao, who's going to cut it first?" what's the matter? " Lan Jing blinked her big eyes and stared at Zhao Xi as she asked in a fawning manner.

Zhao Xi's mind wavered. He was about to die from Lan Xiao's charm.

Those eyes were like rippling autumn waves, as dense as mist, as clean as white clouds, and even more so, as if they could speak.

Zhao Xi's heart was tickled by the temptation. He pursed his thin lips and swallowed.

"Don't let others say that I, a man, bully a little girl like you. How about this, I'll cut first, and you'll cut later, how about that?" At this moment, Zhao Xi was rather elegant. He planned to take the lead and show off his magnanimity to Lan Jing.