s halfway out of his mouth, *plop*, Ji Xiangru's palm rose again, unceremoniously making contact with the back of his head once more."Don't want to be trained by Old Liu, hurry up and do as I say."The... of him." 。“Oh, I think this white one is very nice.” 。Zhao Yinao suddenly spoke. 。"Right" Ouyang Chu touched his white suit. 。But he prefers the black one. 。It seems their tastes are quite differ...