chapter 118 The old fox who plays the game

At this time, in the spacious living room.

Clarence Van squatted on the sofa, his back as straight as a green pine.

Behind him stood a Decco with a murderous aura.

Apart from anything else, the iron-blooded temperament of the two of them made some of the servants serving tea and water feel even more stressed.

In the end, no one dared to bring Lin Ce tea anymore.

Decco frowned and said dissatisfied:

"Your Majesty, what is this old ghost doing?...