Chu Mo said it was easy. How could he possibly be able to treat a person like him as non-existent if he existed in this space?

Even a blind man can feel his awesome momentum.

With the ink and the sea-god needle, Lu Zhengxian, an old fish who wants to get out of the storm, has completely become a dead fish.

The chairman's position was occupied by Lu Xiaoxiao. Lu Zhengxian dared not even fart. He stared at an executive and found a more advanced position to sit down.

Lu Zhengxian's mixed clothes were wet with cold sweat. Of course, he was clear about the resentment between Zhu Jianmin and...