There were three hoodlums kneeling on the ground, and a row of Men in Black suits were surrounding them.
Cheng Donglin was waiting there.
The three local ruffians were tied up with ropes and kneeling there, trembling. God knew what had happened to their companions who had been dragged in one by one.
A supercar sped over and stopped at the abandoned factory, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Sang Xia sat in the car without moving, her eyes fixed on those people.
In the car, Rong Zhan took out a cigarette, lit it up, held it in his mouth, and got out of the car.
Although they were not far away, there was a slight night breeze, so sang Xia could not hear what Cheng Donglin was saying beside Rong Zhan. However, when Rong Zhan opened his mouth, Cheng Donglin seemed to be unable to help but glance at sang Xia a few times.
Sang Xia frowned slightly.
What can't I let her know?
