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37. Chapter 37 Is your company losing money? 1

The old slave said and handed a thick stack of A4 paper into her hand.

"The above are the foods that the young master likes, the foods that he doesn't like, and the foods that he is allergic to. You must memorize them!"

Xia Yan took it and took a quick look. It was as thick as a book. Yeah! This metamorphosis is really not an ordinary metamorphosis.

Let’s get to work! After cleaning up and down, inside and out, Xia Yan was really exhausted!

I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past ten o'clock. I had to go to the supermarket to buy groceries.

The old servant told her that the vegetable market was some distance away from the villa. Although there were several cars parked in the garage, she couldn't drive, so she had no choice but to walk through a large group of luxury villas before she could get a taxi.

Because this is where rich people live, who can live without a car?

So it’s hard to get a taxi nearby!

Finally, they successfully arrived at the vegetable market and finished shopping according to the menu given by the old servant. Their hands were already full of bags of all sizes. However, while Xia Yan was waiting for the bus on the side of the road, a person suddenly bumped into her and pushed her to the ground.

, the bags in his hands were immediately scattered all over the floor.

"Xia Yan?"

The person who bumped into him quickly helped Xia Yan up.

"Did it hurt from the fall?"

"Zhou Zhen?"

Xia Yan stood up, brushing the dust off his body, and hurriedly picked up the bags scattered on the ground.

"Why are you running in such a hurry?"

He asked doubtfully while picking up the bag.

I saw Zhou Zhen looking behind him nervously.

"Xia Yan, I have something urgent and I have to leave first."

Xia Yan picked up the bag and didn't bother to ask too many questions. However, when Xia Yan just picked up the bags scattered on the floor again, seven or eight tall young men suddenly came out from behind, holding wooden sticks, and knocked her down.

Fall to the ground.

Is the place where she stands obstructing her?

Why are you so unlucky?

Looking at the bags scattered everywhere again, I was about to get up and pick them up when a black car sped past——

The scattered bags were crushed into biscuits!

"Hey, did you do this on purpose?"

Xia Yan suddenly became angry and shouted towards Juechen's car as it drove away.

Huh? Zhou Zhen?

Xia Yan saw that in the square across the road, Zhou Zhen was being beaten by the group of people holding wooden sticks!

He was about to be beaten to the ground by that group of people!

What should I do? You can’t just ignore it, right?

Call the police! Call the police! Mo-mo pocket, then I remembered that I didn’t have a mobile phone.

Xia Yan didn't know where the courage came from. He quickly ran to the square across the road and watched Zhou Zhen lying on the ground like a lamb being slaughtered. Thick and heavy wooden sticks fell on him.

If he continues to fight like this, he will either die or be crippled.

Although it attracted many people to watch, no one dared to step forward due to this posture.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Later, Xia Yan felt that he must have had a convulsion! Otherwise, how could he have dared to rush into the beating crowd, protect Zhou Zhen, and shout at a group of men with vicious looks and weapons.

"Stop fighting, you will kill her!"

"Who are you?"

A fierce god asked with a glare.

"I...I am his sister, why did you beat my brother?"

Xia Yan had a casual relationship with him.

"Okay, then go back quickly and tell your parents so that they can use the money to redeem your brother."

The fierce god said sternly.

"How much does my brother... owe you?"

Xia Yan put one foot on top of the other to suppress the trembling of his body.

"Thirty thousand!"

Thirty thousand, so much?
Chapter completed!
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