“Akai, walk with Qiao Zhi and get to know your uncle.” Song Jiang quickly separated Sheng Kai with hate.
“Yes, godfather.” Sheng Kai turned and took Song Qiaozhi’s hand, and the two walked out of the banquet hall together to ventilate.
“Did you deliberately just now?” Song Qiaozhi asked lying on the fence.
“If not, how did the godfather believe that I hated the Sheng family?” Sheng Kai looked up and let cold wind pour into his limbs, “He can handle it anyway.”
“Your younger brother is really a man of God. You can cope with such scenes with ease.” Song Qiaozhi just saw it clearly, marveling at Scott Everwood’s adaptability, eloquence, and momentum.
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