"Oh, Jiang Weiwei, long time no see."
"I didn't expect you to be so down-and-out now? Where are your driver and bodyguard?"
At the exit of the high-speed rail station, the woman in a beige coat beside Chen Yun was stopped.
"Zhang Quan!"
Her face didn't look good, she didn't expect to encounter this irksome person when she came to Nanjiang.
She looked up, and saw two silhouettes.
One was wearing a casual coat and suit, a young man, seemingly a respectable gentleman.
Behind him stood a tall man in a black suit, with a cold, hard face, and when the sunlight shone, it cast a sturdy shadow on the ground.
"Hehe, surprised?"
"You looked down on me back then, and now? Even your father has to call me Mr. Zhang, right?"
The young man taunted, his eyes playful.
The woman named Jiang Weiwei's face grew darker, while Chen Yun was somewhat at a loss.
What's going on?
She was puzzled, and then saw someone approaching from the opposite side.
