Jiang Li lamented his bitter life. He had such a friend, but he couldn't interfere in Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan's matters.
He could only stop another taxi and open the door and say to the girl, "Let's go. I'll send you back first."
"No…"
Not giving Qiao Nian a chance to reject him, he smiled, shrugged, and said, "Let's go! I already told your father that I'll send you off. You can't make me break my promise."
Qiao Nian was speechless.
The girl pressed down on her cap and walked like a big boss. She didn't say anything else and slowly moved over and got into the car.
It was still daytime in Beijing. Because of the time difference, it was already eight in the evening in the illegal district.
The auctions in the illegal district had always been particular about the venue. It was very confidential, and no mistakes were tolerated.
In the basement of the Jin Chen Hotel.
