The Smell of Gunpowder

"It's only 5%. It doesn't affect anything. It's like nothing has changed. It just makes it more convenient for Muh Zisheng to do things. You also have an assistant. It's not like you can go out and play without caring about anything. "

Min Zhong's stoic face, which had been emotionless all year long, finally had a slight change. The corners of his mouth could not help but reveal a sneer. His long and narrow peach blossom eyes were like a cold pond, overflowing with cold air.

After pondering for a moment, Min Zhong said in a cold and indifferent voice: "It's fine as long as you like it. There's no need to ask me about such a small matter. "

"I am not here to ask you about it. I am here to inform you. " Min's father was stung by Min Zhong's cold eyes. This was not a son or a father. They were clearly enemies.