Introduction:
Are you jealous of my talent? Are you angry that I don't seek to make progress?
Feel free to be jealous and angry, I'm weak anyway.
Su Ziqing was thinking this in his heart, but his face was pale and melancholy. He was so fragile that he could be slapped away by a three-year-old child. The enemies wanted to rush over and slap him. Suddenly, several figures appeared behind Su Ziqing. Sun Yuanshan, the third son of Beicang, killed one with a knife. The eldest son Qiongqi chopped all the three young masters together and then looked at Su Ziqing sinisterly.
Su Ziqing: "... Young Master is so powerful, I will take the first step."
Don't talk nonsense, just run away.
Purpose: Sooner or later, you will have to pay back the money if you come out to hang out.