"No," Mr. Ye replied, then looked at the bankers' advertisement hanging outside the house, and swiftly opened his mouth. "Isn't Zhuang Zheng Sunkai acting according to the contract?"
"Ah, here, yes, there was an accident."
The sound of Qin Dynasty's rain seemed a bit tense. At least from Ye Fengsheng's perspective, he had handled everything, and all he had to do was mark the unification of the handicraft industry. In the end, such a simple thing took him three days to prepare clearly. Ye Fengsheng said he wasn't anxious, but it was probably all false.
"Forget it."
Ye Feng said, "Without the autumn bomb, I ran too fast, had no time to notify the Ning Family; your words are at the border of suspicion and trust. You've just contacted the Qin Family, where people are complex, inevitably, without Zhuang Zheng Sunkai even under the pressure of evaluation."
"No, that's wrong, Mr. Ye. I'm not ready yet.
