"In any case, whether the raw material in Meng Po's hand is mine or not, he is doomed to lose."
After An Yiqing finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Duan Ziqing standing behind Duan Jingning, a hint of admiration flashed in her clear eyes.
"Mr. Duan, thank you for today's matters."
"No, no, it's what I should have done." Duan Ziqing's handsome face reddened, awkwardly shaking his head, lowering it in embarrassment, "Miss An, it was my immaturity that almost caused a big disaster before. If it wasn't for you saving Elder Peng, my father would never be at peace in this lifetime. Elder Peng, Miss An, I'm sorry!"
After speaking, Duan Ziqing bowed at a ninety-degree angle to An Yiqing and Peng Shaohe.
