After a while, he kowtowed three times and said, "Thank you for your support over the years. Chengliang will withdraw from the Bianjun Pavilion from today."

After saying that, Hong Chengliang stood up, as if he was aged in his teenage years, turned around and walked away with a step.

"Master, don't you really help me?"

Chen Ruolan asked.

The old man behind the curtain, looking at the tiger calligraphy and paintings down the mountain on the wall, said lightly: "Let her come in."

...

His eyes returned to Chen Ping's side.

At this moment, he stood by Maybach's car door, threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, and then stepped on it.

In front and behind the Maybach car, there are more than a dozen black cool Mercedes-Benz cars, lined up in a row, which is very grand.

Chen Ping looked up and looked at the sky. The dark clouds were pressing on the top, and the storm was about to come and the wind filled the building.

"Let's go, go to the Hong family."
Chapter completed!