You're not allowed to insult Meng Ying

Lan Xiao's lips curved into a faint smile and he shook his head decisively. "No need to change, I'll bet on Cheng Feng winning against ran ran."

After Lan Xiao finished speaking, he moved a chair over and sat down like a man.

After sitting down, she raised her eyebrows and looked at west wind, smiling provocatively.

West wind frowned slightly, a trace of cold air flashing through his eyes.

Cheng Feng's eyes flickered as he looked at Lan Xiao.

"Miss LAN, thank you for believing in me, Yingluo."

Lan Xiao nodded at him.

After the bet was almost done, west wind clenched his fist. The bones in his fist cracked.

Meng Ying shrunk her neck and her face was pale. It could be imagined that west wind's behavior these days had made her afraid to the bone.

Lan Xiao asked one of his men to bring another chair over and pulled Meng Ying to sit down.