"The official website of Celestial Rooster Wine has a photo of Luo Guangwei. Let me know as soon as you find it."
Qin Yang nodded and said.
At that moment, Qin Yang gave his phone number to Hua She, and Hua She also gave his number to Qin Yang.
"Stretch out your hand."
Qin Yang said.
"Yes, Young Master Qin."
Hua She had a trace of excitement on his face. His arm had been hurting all night, and he would rather have been stabbed than endure such pain.
Qin Yang grabbed Hua She's arm with both hands.
Crunch!
A crisp bone sound, a flash of intense pain crossed Hua She's face, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
When Hua She looked down again, the twisted arm had returned to its original state.
