C76 Zhang xue yi's idol

Jiang Dazhong hid to the side. Before he could even catch his breath, he saw Zhang Xueyi's ashen face and the faint smile on Wang Li's face. How could he not understand that he had been killed by Wang Li?

"Director Zhang, about me …"

At this point, Jiang Dazhong really did not know what to say. He wanted to explain, but found that he could not. He could only lower his head dejectedly