"It was me!" Before Peter could say anything, Harry Osborn stepped forward from behind him. "I brought him in. I can vouch for him, he really has no money.",Harry's expression was a little stiff. Facing the gun pointed at his head by Afeng, he fumbled around on his body for a long time before finally pulling out a golden pen and tossing it into the bucket of ice.,“Boring, I'll just serve the young master a shrimp.”。