"Your Fiery Lion is good. How much is it? I bought it!"

This is a young man, looking in his twenties, wearing a white dress, and whispering in an unquestionable tone.

“Not selling!”

Ye Fei heard this and then buried his head and continued to eat.

"Um?"

The young man's eyes flashed through his eyes when he heard this.

"There aren't something I, Yuan Shaofei, want to buy!"

"Now, I'll give you another chance. How much does it cost to buy you, the flaming lion?"

The young man was angry. If Ye Fei dared not to agree, then he seemed to have to teach Ye Fei a profound lesson.

"Yuan Shaofei?
Chapter completed!