"I don't know." He shivered and was frightened by the ink.

Fang Lesheng on one side pressed the temple.'He really didn't know. I asked him just now.

"What else do you know?" Chu Mo's face was cold and forceful. The man had already been paralyzed in his eyes and his voice was like a gnat.

"There were people there that day, and I don't know who they listened to, but I only received Fang Chengcai's money."

Lu Xiaoxiao asked, "How do you know there are other people's hands?"

The man was shaking like a sieve, explaining what he meant for a long time.

Originally, he thought he was talented, and...