"President Lan, everything is based on mutual consent. A melon forced off the vine won't be sweet," Luo Xingye's words were like an iron fist in a velvet glove. Lan Zewei was choked and unable to speak.
Lan Zewei was also a little angry, "Mr. Luo, this is between An Xia and me. I don't think it's appropriate for you to get between us."
His unspoken words were probably, Luo Xingye, Who do you think you are? Which piece of garlic?
Luo Xingye chuckled, "President Lan, since you've asked this question, I'll answer it. It's true that it's between the two of you, but it's not right to say that it's not appropriate for me to get in the middle. "
"Oh?" Lan Zewei crossed his arms in front of his chest, "What's not right?"
"I'm The Godfather Chuyi, do you think I can interfere?" Luo Xingye slowly threw out a bomb, and I was almost blown to pieces.
D*mn.
This is bad!
