Could Song Chao Ge stand by watching Geng Long's corpse like this, with nothing to say?
Jiang Chen sighed softly.
He certainly knew that Lan Peizhi was probably concerned about him, but he didn't need this kind of concern.
Why couldn't she be like those ordinary women who took risks to help resolve a grudge, thereby being deeply moved?
Last night, he just bought a cheap little cake, and the casino queen's daughter was...
Jiang Chen quickly cut off his drifting thoughts.
What was the use of thinking about such things?
"Mr. Jiang is still young, full of vigor; when I was young, I was the same."
In the car.
Nie Chuanxiong reminisced, "Back then, I'd dare to go and negotiate with just a knife. Now, I certainly wouldn't have the guts."
He laughed at himself.
"People really do become more fearful as they age."
