Urban Dark Lord

"Old Sheng, Qiangzi, brothers, did you all see this" Wang Zheng stood quietly, gazing at the sky with his thoughts racing for a long time without speaking.,Wang Zheng lightly played with his sunglasses, then threw them onto Chu Zhaonan's desk and said, "Tyrannosaurus’ high-end custom-made sunglasses are indeed very good.","I'm sure you understand what I'm trying to say. From your expression, I've already figured everything out. You should have a pair of the same sunglasses."。