"Is there anything wrong with what I said?"
Nathan Wei pushed down the chair and stood up suddenly, his body straight as a gun. He looked down quietly at Zheng Xiaoxiao, who was half a head taller than him. His eyes were as calm as an ancient well.
Gurgle. The teacup on the table was overturned by the sudden breath. With a snap, the crisp sound of porcelain cracking and the rich tea aroma spread on the ground, but it still couldn't cover up the tense atmosphere in the room.
Zhang Xiao's heart tightened and he swallowed secretly.
The aura exuded by Nathan Wei is several times stronger than that of an ordinary leather-refining warrior. If a young lady, with her precious body, were to fight with him, she would probably suffer a great loss at the hands of this kid.
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