Chapter 180: You're not trash, but want to give everyone a home_1

Zayn Fisher unconsciously tightened his grip on the sweater in his hand, his face becoming an iron shade as he quickly walked over.

"Zayn Fisher, what are you doing?" The girl who came with him followed with a puzzled look on her face.

He approached the VIP lounge sofa and suddenly charged at the girl sitting there with a vicious tone, "Why didn't you tell me Audrick Zachmann is your cousin?"

The moment he arrived, he was aggressively questioning himself.

Nathalie Quinlan was briefly stunned, put away her phone, and pressed down her hat somewhat bewildered, "Why should I tell you?"

"It's not like I've reached the age where you need to burn incense for me on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month." Even if she had reached that age, she had never heard of burning incense for an ex-boyfriend.

Zayn Fisher caught the sneer in her words, his face suddenly turning ugly, he clenched his fist and said in a heavy voice.