chapter 23 Two women fight for their husbands, gods fight?

The air in the living room of more than 500 square meters became condensed, and the breeze from the hall could not move. Camden Shaw looked at Mitchell Quinton, his eyes almost bulging out of his head, his eyes filled with disbelief. Mitchell Quinton scratched his head. As expected, the atmosphere was more awkward than he expected. But out of politeness, Mitchell Quinton could only force a smile, bow to Shangguan Camden Shaw, and then said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Hello,...