Jiang Yan’s eyes widened in fright for a while.
She recognized that these security guards belonged to her uncle.
Suddenly grabbed Fu Qingji’s arm, panicking, “Brother, let’s go quickly.”
“I brought you here.” Fu Qingji looked down and smiled, and laughed, “Don’t you like it?”
The man stood still, his legs stretched straight, and the trouser line was neat and smooth.
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