This short film, which was supposed to be exciting and exciting in the eyes of sports car enthusiasts, seemed to pass like a year to Mrs. Zhou.
Many people wished that they had had enough of these two minutes, but she felt that it had been half a day.
She saw an old lady and an extra Old man sitting beside lady PEI. There was an empty chair, and Jiang se was sitting on it.
"How is this possible?"
Mrs. Zhou's hot blood was immediately cooled down, as if someone had poured a plate of cold water on her head.
Earlier, when there were two empty seats beside lady PEI, she was not invited to sit down when she went over to greet her. What right did Jiang se have to sit next to her?
"Did the Elysees not arrange a seat for her?"
As she mumbled to herself, Mrs. Weng, who was beside her, also noticed that something was wrong.
"Isn't that uncle Liang from Hong Kong's Zhongnan industries?" She pointed at Feng Zhongliang and was very surprised, "
"Why is he here?"
