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Got a smoke? Su Chen asked, looking up.
Yes.
The middle-aged man quickly took out a pack of cigarettes and placed a lighter on the table.
Su Chen took one and lit it, then pulled out his phone from his pocket and started making a call.
If it had been anyone else wanting to make a call, the middle-aged man would have smacked them down without hesitation, but now, he didn't dare.
Because he knew that the person in front of him was no ordinary person.
Now, the call he was making could very well be to pull strings, quite possibly with the Qin Family.
With this in mind, he decided to keep silent.
Su Chen dialed a number and then flicked the ash from his cigarette.
As the call connected, a young voice came through from the other end, very deep and magnetic,
Who's this?
However, there was a hint of cold suspicion in it.
Haonan, it's me.
Hearing this, the person on the line hesitated for a moment, then became somewhat excited as he spoke, Brother Chen, is that you?
