"Doing as you're told Whose orders are you following Bringing such a fake in here, is that meant to slap me in the face" Bo Yanqing's voice was calm as he questioned, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of pressure.,Gong Yuandong frowned slightly, "Brother, aren't we going to help her","You're quite sharp-tongued. I wonder how many slaps it would take for your tongue to lose its agility."。