Wang Kun asked some irrelevant questions, and the three of them slowly began to slack off.
West wind was so proud that he almost laughed out loud.
This Wang Kun was also an idiot. He didn't even know how to ask.
It would be best if he could not get anything out of her ...
However, he wasn't afraid that this idiot Wang Kun would ask anything. After all, these three people were spies who were working together with Wen Muchu and the other two.
With this sentence, Wen Muchu would definitely lose.
West wind crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. He was so happy that he wanted to hum a few times.
As for Wang Kun, he glanced at the unconcerned west wind and his lips curved into a cold smile.
The next question was official.
"Do the three of you know this Lanshan and Chai jiatu?"
"Uh, ran ran, do you know him?"
"So what if they know each other?" Wang Kun coldly rebuked.
"We know our Yingluo."
