"I'm so angry! One hundred million! One hundred million! Lao Jiang! That Chen Ping is really going to make me mad!"

Along the way, Yang Guilan kept scolding Chen Ping, feeling so bitter that it was as if all the flesh on her body had been cut off.

"Okay, I've given it away, can you still get it back?" Jiang Guomin said helplessly.

"Yes, why don't you want it? It was a gift from Chen Ping. It belongs to our family. Why should I give it to the Yang family? No, I won't leave today. You go back first. If I don't get the jade ring, I won't go back.

"

Yang Guilan made up her mind, and her snobbery was not going away for a day or two.

How could she part with such a valuable thing?

His eyes returned to Chen Ping.

He and Jiang Wan were going back in Zheng Tai's car.

In the car, Jiang Wan was very reserved. After all, the person sitting in front of her was the underground emperor of Shangjiang City.

Chen Ping also knew that Jiang Wan was doubting his identity, so he hurriedly said: "Brother Zheng, thank you, just take me to the hospital."

Zheng Tai panicked, but immediately figured it out, and replied with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a trivial matter. Come to my place for tea when you have time. I still have to trouble Brother Chen about what happened last time."

What's up?

Jiang Wan was confused, her eyes kept turning to Chen Ping, she pinched the flesh of his waist gently and hard, bit her lip, and muttered: "Chen Ping, when you get back, you must give me a

explain."

Chen Ping understands eye contact very well and feels dizzy.

"Brother Tai, there seems to be a few tails following us."

Just as we were driving, and preparing to leave the village, the driver noticed something was wrong.

"Brother Chen, what do you think of these people?" Zheng Tai asked, glancing at the reflector.

"Don't pay attention to them." Chen Ping said calmly. He probably guessed who it was, but he just didn't want to make enemies now.

Zheng Tai nodded and said nothing more.

However, soon after the car left the village, the two vans behind it rushed up and rushed forward, forcing the Mercedes-Benz to stop.

Seven or eight strong men with tattoos got out of the van, each carrying something like a stick.

"Damn it! Get down! Get off the bus!"
Chapter completed!