Ordinary disabled people who are called "disabled" face-to-face are still angry.
Not to mention Zhou Yan's identity.
Feng Chenglin realized for a moment that he was wrong: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I didn't mean it. I mean... "
He wanted to explain something, but he found that he really couldn't explain it!
Besides, there are still so many people around me who want to kill his eyes.
"Well, I can only say, I'm really sorry, I don't know Just now I blurted out subconsciously. There is absolutely no disrespect
He waved his hand and laughed.
"What, you Good temperament, although What, but on the whole, it's majestic and murderous! It's better than some of you standing there! "
Although Zhou Yan is thin and frail, he has a spirit.
People who can have this kind of breath will never be weak!
Ling Luoyu's eyes sank slightly --
in principle, Feng Chenglin was so impolite that the people of Zhou family should teach a lesson, whether it was for the sake of Zhou Yan's face or for the sake of Yan's family.
What's strange is that both the Zhou family and the Yan family are still standing there, silent and motionless!
Feng Chenglin also realized that it was wrong. His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he kept silent.
Zhou Yan crossed his fingers and put them on his legs. He beat them happily. The wind was light.
Bach, on the other hand, is the opposite.
He knew exactly who Zhou Yan was.
The more silent he is, the greater the storm may be brewing!
However, due to the Yan Family's face, he could not speak first, lest he lose to the Zhou family in momentum.
A Zi pushed Zhou Yan forward and bowed down.
Bach hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward two steps, three steps away from Zhou Yan.
"What's the advice of the three young masters?"
"I don't dare to teach, but I want to help you with the escort! "