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Hu, hu, hu...
It was noon, and the sun was clearly shining brightly.
But outside the Qiao's villa area, a gust of cold wind was relentlessly blowing.
The leaves planted around fell one after another.
The rich-looking guests who were wrapped tightly in their clothes felt that obviously, the atmosphere on the scene was very tense, with sweat on their foreheads, but they still felt cold all over.
"Asshole, you are dead. You really think I acted as your driver and sent you here means that I'm afraid of you? I sent you to this place just for this purpose, hahaha..." Qiao Guyun laughed loudly after hearing Qiao Maoxun's voice.
"Old Master Qiao is here." The woman in the black dress smiled, and then her face was full of sarcasm and expectation, "That lunatic, this time is absolutely dead, I don't believe that he can leave Qiao's house alive."
"Hu!" Han Zhi took a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's finally safe."