Ren Feng left the scene and then found a taxi.
Before long, he returned to Flying Snow Group.
After paying the fare, Ren Feng walked into the building, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face: What's going on?
Because in the lobby, there were a lot of people wearing suits standing around, like bodyguards, surrounded by many employees.
"Miss, could you please accommodate and let your president come down one more time?" The leading man had a smile on his face and was speaking to the receptionist.
"Sorry, I don't really have that authority either," the receptionist said cautiously.
"Then it's not possible just to leave these items here, right?" the man frowned and said.
At this time, Ren Feng squeezed in just in time. He glanced at the dozen or so boxes stacked there and asked, "What's going on here?"
"Oh, isn't it all because of Meng Jianghai?" A nearby employee, who seemed to have been watching for a long time and knew what was going on, immediately said.
