C580 The Suppression of Identity

"Bang …"

A muffled sound rang out as the ashtray in his hand fiercely smashed into the head of one of them.

He scratched his head and squatted on the ground. He never thought that someone would dare to hit him in the office. There was blood flowing down his head.

Xu Lianlian acted in a moment of desperation, but Cao Jiang did not put it to heart.

Moreover, they had done so many fake things