Here it comes!
Ye Chenfeng's smile was meaningful, his eyes emitting a cold light.
As the door opened, two figures flashed in from outside.
One of them was the God of Wealth, just as Yu Chisu had said, the Heavenly Cripple and Earthly Lame were not by his side.
The other person, around forty years old, was calm and composed, with deep cunning hidden beneath the intelligent gaze beneath gold-rimmed glasses. One look and you could tell this person was formidable.
Ye Chenfeng was a bit puzzled, why would someone like him come to be a fool? He probably already knew what was going to happen next, right?
The only explanation is that he has no choice but to play the fool.
"Ketian, in this generation, our relationship must be the best, right?" After entering the council hall, the God of Wealth casually picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip.
