Happy New Year's

Yuan laosan's head was immediately covered in sweat.

If one were to really count, this snake gall was still a good thing for clearing heat and detoxifying.

However, putting aside the fact that there were no parasites, how would he dare to do so after seeing how Lin Hanxing took it out?

"What's wrong?"

As he spoke, the smile on Lin Hanxing's face slowly disappeared.

Her delicate little face seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, and her expression quickly turned cold.

"Mister Yuan San doesn't want to give me face?"

Lin Hanxing gently shook the teacup in his hand.

When he looked up at Yuan laosan, a sharp and cold light flashed through his eyes.

Being stared at by this pair of eyes, Yuan laosan's heart suddenly thumped. He regretted it as much as he wanted!

Glory, splendor, and wealth were good.

However, compared to his own life, his own life was still the most important!