In the past, Leng Qianqian had worried about how so many senior sisters doted on Chen Wei, fearing they might spoil him rotten. But now it seemed that her concerns had been completely unnecessary.
Even if he turned bad, Chen Wei would never become corrupted.
Even if he truly became corrupted, there was one thing Leng Qianqian could be certain of — he would always be her most beloved little junior brother.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight minutes had passed.
A truck drove into their field of vision.
"Hahaha, Ninth Master is bringing people over, you're all going to die! All of you!" Ke Yunlong laughed wildly.
Having followed Tian Jiuliang for so many years, how could he not know that Ninth Master and his men liked to make an entrance in trucks — it was efficient and could carry more.
Using cars, it would take dozens of vehicles to transport a hundred or so people, flashy and meaningless.
Smack!
