A lazy-looking young man came out, seemingly the leader of the group.
His gaze was sly as he looked Yan Xing up and down. The more he looked, the more his eyes lit up: "Not bad, Xiao Hong finally puked. Finally, there's something different."
Kang Qi's eyes instantly turned extremely cold.
Yan Xing instinctively shrank back, wondering why Kang Qi seemed so terrifying when that person mentioned Xiao Hong.
Who is this Xiao Hong? Could it be Xia Hongfeng... cough cough....
Yan Xing asked: "Who's Xiao Hong?"
The man rubbed his chin and laughed: "Why? Didn't he tell you?"
Yan Xing pursed her lips: "I'm asking you."
"If you accompany me... then I'll tell you... how about it?"
"Pah, a toad wanting to eat swan meat, don't you look at yourself," Yan Xing retorted with hands on her hips.
