Qin Xiaobao stares at Zhan Nianbei, and Zhan Nianbei stares at Qin Xiaobao.

The two people stared at each other, their faces were not very good-looking, and it seemed that they might fight another nine hundred rounds at any time.

"You're sick!" Zhan Nianbei got up, ready to sleep on the sofa beside him, ignoring this girl who was just looking for trouble.