Blocked?
Ye Huan's face turned dark. He originally planned to send a few more warnings and reminders, but found that both WeChat and SMS had been blocked by Su Qingqing.
However, Brother Huan had already given all the necessary warnings and reminders.
If Su Qingqing doesn't listen and suffers at the hands of Huang Yan, or if Su Zhiqiang doesn't heed the warning and insists on courting disaster, Brother Huan won't be blamed.
Ye Huan felt he had done enough.
Fulfilled his duty!
With a cold snort, he put away his phone.
At this moment...
"Screech—"
A Rolls-Royce Phantom suddenly braked, almost flipping over.
Fortunately, it eventually stopped in front of Ye Huan.
Ye Huan was about to hail a taxi. Seeing this car, he was surprised for a moment, then opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.
"What a coincidence," Ye Huan said.
"Luckily, I reacted quickly. You looked a bit familiar, so I stopped suddenly."
"Otherwise, the car would have sped away."
