As soon as he finished speaking, the few people who were bent over and trying hard to wipe the ground fell to the ground.
Xie Xize's bodyguards tried their best to ensure that their poker faces did not crack. They all looked up at the roof and wondered if it was better to wipe the roof.
The Spicy Strip was very serious, but the harder he tried to act tough and angry, the more people felt that he was too cute.
Can you imagine a one-month-old kitten howling at a big gray wolf?
The Spicy Strip was really angry. Xie Xize really felt that this little brat was really interesting!
Xie Xize's lips curled into a smile. His good-looking hands were holding the water that Mo Yangyang had poured for him. He didn't say anything, nor was he angry. He just smiled at the spicy sticks with a silent indulgence.
"Speak!" Spicy Strip slammed the table with his small hand.
Originally, the Spicy Strip had thought that if Xie Xize met his criteria, he would send his mother to him.
