Cultivating My Empre

"Sir, they..." A bald man beside the middle-aged man spoke in a low voice, and at the same time, he gestured towards Zhang Liyang and his group.,The two people who were named put down their bowls and chopsticks, wiped their mouths, and then picked up their weapons and walked upstairs.,Some even investigated Zhang Liyang and his companions' room, but they were stopped by Zhang Liyang's gesture. Otherwise, with Guan Fengsi's temper, he would have already thrown a punch.。