"Alright, no problem," Chen Wei handed out three Black Cards.
Zhao Changyi respectfully received the three Black Cards with both hands.
Zhao Changyi always conducted himself with caution. Even if everyone thought that there was only a 0.001% chance that Chen Wei's Black Card was real, Zhao Changyi was not willing to take the risk to question it.
It was enough to do one's own job honestly without the need to meddle or belittle and flatter.
Putting on his glasses, Zhao Changyi brought the Black Card close to look and immediately his eyes widened in astonishment, "This is a real Black Card! This is a real Black Card!"
"My god! Is it real?"
"Rich and handsome too, why didn't I ever meet such a man."
"Is it too late to chase after him now?"
"Chase after him? Are you crazy? Daring to lay a finger on a man that Miss Han is interested in, be careful you might end up dead without knowing how!"
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