C796 Bad Premonition

The waiter repeatedly said, "No." We don't have -- "

Chen Fusheng picked up a cigarette, called Li Shutian closer, and whispered some instructions in his ear.

Li Shutian could not help but nod his head, then took out his phone to make a call.

Qiao Ling suddenly pulled at the corner of my shirt. I turned my head to look at her and felt that something was wrong with Qiao Ling's face