"You really won't cry until you see the coffin, huh? Fine, in that case, I'll show you."
Chen Fang finished speaking.
He looked toward his secretary Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng nodded.
He walked to a car belonging to the Disciplinary Committee.
Opened the rear car door.
Ye Fuqiang glanced in that direction, and his whole body shivered, his legs trembling involuntarily.
What appeared before his eyes was none other than Daoist Tong Xuan from the White Crane Taoist Temple on Golden Phoenix Mountain.
Next,
Jiang Feng walked to another car.
This time, the car door opened by itself.
A middle-aged man emerged from inside, none other than Zhou Yan, the developer of East Green Garden, and the boss of Jianhong Real Estate Development Co., Ltd.
"Secretary Ye, long time no see, I hope you're well."
Zhou Yan's greeting.
Made Ye Fuqiang tremble again.
His clothes, which had just dried, were once again stained with sweat.
Liu Jian wasn't a fool.
