"Brother Deng, I never said that."
Chen Feng took a sip of the plum wine that Su Xinyan poured for him, hooked his lips and chuckled, "It's just a matter of ability."
Deng Chengxin sneered, revealing a row of gloomy white teeth: "What a good sentence depends on your ability, Chen Feng, then we will see tonight!"
With that, he took the girl with the suspender to the other side of the restaurant, sat down and began to order.
Su Xinyan put her chin on her hands and looked at Chen Feng crazily with an expression of "Miss Fan". "Brother Xiao Feng, you were so cold, ruthless, cool and handsome just now!"
Su Xinyan is indifferent to Chen Feng