She was wearing a black suit, twirling the cigarette in her hand into the ashtray, looking at her in a red suspender skirt, Zhang Zhao, you are really despicable, you really make me sick, you said that your name is Zhao, you should be as noble and pure as Daiyu, I didn't expect that your behavior is so artificial, don't call me Zhang Qian, call yourself Zhang Xiren.