At the top of Pengxiang Hotel, Xiao Ling walked in slowly, then closed the door and looked at the three people in the room coldly. There is only Zhao Yanhong he knows, including a big fat man who is chubby and a man who looks smart and thin.

"Xiao Ling, you broke our door without any reason. You should have a saying." Zhao Yanhong looks at Xiao Ling and feels uneasy. Thinking of his identity, he shouldn't have so much fear of Xiao Ling. But after several contacts, he also feels that Xiao Ling is not simple.

"I said brother Zhao, what's the matter with you?" The chubby man next...