I'm not angry, I'm not angry. I can't let an ant ruin a good thing.
Xue Peng suppressed his anger and forced himself to calm down.
He needed to get in touch with li xiaonian openly, so that Mr. Yan could get within a few meters of li xiaonian. This way, no matter what kind of power Li xiaonian had, he wouldn't have any chance to resist in the face of absolute strength.
After a long time, old man Xue finally managed to suppress the anger in his heart. He squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, " "Ning Xian, right? little brother ning, I'm looking for your boss. I have something important to discuss with you. Of course, I'll definitely give you some benefits."
As he spoke, old Xue opened his medical kit.
It was not medical equipment in the box, but a pile of dragon coins full of the smell of ink. It was a whole box, all 100 yuan. Just one box like this was worth at least two million.
