Mo Chuanchuan, on the other hand, held Fang Zuyang's arms tighter.

The staff came to Qi Chen and were about to speak, but were interrupted by Qi Chen.

"Young Master Fang, I would like to ask you if you remember there is a man named Qi Dongqiang."

"Qi Dongqiang?" Fang Zuyang frowned, then shook his head.

"A driver." Qi Chen said in a deep voice.

Fang Zuyang smiled calmly and said: "I don't know you, so please leave."

Qi Chen sighed.

Yes, I don’t know...

For people like Fang Zuyang, if a driver dies, it means nothing.

He didn't bother to care at all. It was probably the first time that he knew of his existence.

In the other person's eyes, I am just a little person.

However, little people also have their anger.

Little people can also fight back and punch.

Under the urging of the staff, Qi Chen slowly took out an invitation. The invitation looked just like an ordinary invitation. However, only Qi Chen knew that it was given by the big shot from Jiang Night Market.

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Chapter completed!