"Do you know my sister?"
Boss Jiang appeared calm, responding with a question: "Didn't you say you know me?"
"I've only seen your photo."
"You don't know who Mr. Jiang is?"
Du Enqin couldn't help but interject, her tone curious and puzzled rather than angry. If not for the fresh bandage on her left arm, you wouldn't know she was shot by him not long ago.
"Knowing" and "understanding" are two different concepts.
For example, seeing a photo is enough to say you know someone.
Xia Chuchen shook his head, humorously and comically.
Even though the situation was not quite appropriate, Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh, observing this young man who could be called lucky.
"Since you don't know who I am, why didn't you want to kill me?"
Although this young man shot and injured Du Enqin, his initial intention was to protect him.
Haven't a few accomplices already been arrested?
"I may not know who you are, but I know who the hairy freak is."
