"Ouyang President, did Tian Feifei really bleed?"

There's no reason why so many experts can't even find a bleeding place.

Ouyang listened to this sentence in the morning and turned slowly. Then he tightly wiped his thin lips and stared at the poplar butterfly with keen eyes.

Yang Die gave a bitter laugh. Now she admires Tian Feifei. The man's aura is too strong. She doesn't know how Tian Feifei endures it.

"President Ouyang, I don't mean anything else. When something happens to Tian Feifei, I'm nervous and even afraid. I just want to ask some questions."

"Are you doubting my eyes? I saw clearly that her chair was covered...