Cultivating My Empre

The table was pounded, and the plates jumped on it, scattering soup all over the place.,"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.。