Ethan Fang said this in anger and didn't mean to put himself in trouble. If he were really locked up and lose his freedom of movement, how would he pick the last star?
Zhou suddenly threw the man onto the bed, his tall body towering in front of him, his intimidation like a mountain pressing down on one's head.
Ethan Fang laughed dryly, "Second Young Master, what I just said was just out of anger."
Zhou suddenly started to pull his tie. His fingers were white, slender, and well-defined. This action made him look very S3xy.
"Congratulations, you made it."
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