In the afternoon, Xue Yongcheng personally came to China, and Song Huashen politely entertained him.

Meeting room. Xue Yongcheng flatteringly lit a cigarette for him, obviously seeing that there was no trace on his face, he still pretended to ask: "Mr. Song, are your injuries healed?" It didn't affect anything, did it? ”

Song Huashen spit out a puff of cigarette, pulled his cuffs carelessly, and replied lightly: ......

Chapter 45 What do you want to do is hitting your hand, please wait a moment,

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