chapter 205 It’s all my fault

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Arton Jiang rode his electric scooter back. Lukman Zhang was drinking tea in the tea pavilion in the courtyard, but his face was a little ugly, and he yelled at Lysa Ye: "This old Wang, what the hell is he, doesn't he just have a relationship?" A painting of a mountain? Look at how proud he is, as if he has no one. It really pisses me off." "Okay, how can you compare with Lao Wang? Besides, just the ink on your belly, those paintings you bought are real."Lysa...