C1315 His Brain Was Damaged

He gave Lee Shaolin a deep look, then turned to Qin Luo.

His eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

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The reception room...

A few old men were chatting.

"Hum... Hum... Hum..."

Suddenly, the phone in Chen Qiangsheng's pocket vibrated.

The corner of Chen Qiangsheng's mouth twitched. He quickly took out the phone from his pocket.

"It's Lee Zhenhua