A torrent of mockery, like a tidal wave, crashed down upon Li Wu Xie.,Xu Yilin's old face was flushed red, so people quickly carried him away. Let's go back first and talk about it later. Don't embarrass ourselves any further here.,The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.。