C41 Help From God-sister

Brianna slowly helped Anson up and said worriedly, "Are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital right away."

"No need. Help me take my phone," Anson said.

Although Anson wasn't beaten, the security guards had just pushed him and bruised his arm.

"What are you doing with your phone?" Brianna asked angrily.

"I called godsister. She's the daughter of this real estate owner," Anson said coldly