"What are you looking at me for? Do I have flowers on my face?"
Zhang Fan stretched out his hand, wiped his face, then strolled over to the rearview mirror, flashing a toothy grin.
"No problem at all, Old Li, what's with that expression?" Zhang Fan approached Li Liang, waving his hand in front of Li Liang's face.
"Creak, creak!"
Li Liang's teeth were grinding audibly.
If heaven gave him another chance, he definitely wouldn't go to S city, let alone spend sixty million and a house to snatch Zhang Fan away.
Damn it, this is simply a disaster for eternity.
Just think, how many days has he been at Tsinghua?
Huh, has he stirred up little trouble?
Damn it, they've just gotten out of the station, and now people are coming to Tsinghua's gates to block the way.
At this moment, all he wanted to say was.
I have an "ass-selling" word, not sure if it's appropriate to say it or not!
"Zhang Fan?"
When Qin Tian and his group saw Zhang Fan, their eyes instantly lit up.
