บท 848: Is This Mr. An?

He had no reason to play with her.

If he really wanted to get rid of her, he just had to give the order and someone would naturally dig her up and stuff her into an oil barrel.

Because it was interesting?

An Mingchen turned the watch on his wrist.

"Did you bring Zhengzheng's information out?" He suddenly asked.

He was about to take a look when he saw Du Mengmeng's tricks.

His subordinates… were at a loss for words.

Oh no, everyone had forgotten about this matter because they had been suppressing their coughs.

"Forget it." An Mingchen raised his hand. "It's okay to go back and take a look. It's not a big deal."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's figure suddenly flashed past the corner in front.

An Mingchen's pupils constricted.

The wheelchair was already moving at its fastest speed.

His subordinate was about to follow him, but he gestured. "Don't follow me!"

It was Du Mengmeng!