Fascinated, he approached the car, pulled the door open, and saw a pair of ghostly eyes in the back seat of the car. Suddenly, he was frightened back.
He choked and couldn't get his breath up or down. It was struggling in his throat for a long time, and he spat it out in a broken jar:
"dad."
The car was driving along the Municipal Avenue. Qi Shengbin was holding a tablet on his knees, looking down at the monthly, quarterly and annual reports. Occasionally, some windows would be cut out, and there would be colorful stocks.
Mason Ye glanced from the corner of his eye, observing the words and expressions. My mood was simmering all the way, and seeing that I was pretending to be busy, I finally said, "Explain, explain."
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