“Son, isn’t that Su Huiqin?” Zhang Zheng looked at Su Huiqin’s direction dumbly.
At this time, a group of people in suits and leather shoes appeared inside the big iron gate, followed by guards, looking like they were not too low, but each of them watched Su Huiqin respectfully.
Sophia held the key, his eyes did not look to this side, and there was no fear of respect for these people.
Just a very cold mouth: “Go ahead.”
And those who do not seem to have a low status did not feel angry, and took Sophia’s posture for granted.
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