"Mr. Han, no, I can buy it myself."

Tang Luo looked at Meng Lei, what should my wife buy?

"Listen to me, I have something to do here, so I'll have a break first."

After Han Ruobing finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Tang Luo to refuse.

“What’s the situation?”

Tang Luo looked at Meng Lei and asked.

"Mr. Han said, my car was ruined... I have to pay me one because I was born in the company."

Meng Lei put down the phone and looked at Tang Luo.

"Brother Luo, does Mr. Han understand?"

"Well, I told her."

Tang Luo smiled.

"Haha, I didn't expect that she would keep this in mind... Since she said it, then you can just listen to her. Go to the company to choose a car, there are quite a lot of them anyway."

"Logo, no need..."

What else does Meng Lei want to say?

"Do you dare to disobey Mr. Han's order?"

Tang Luo smiled.

"Go and see one."

After hearing Tang Luo say this, Meng Lei nodded: "Okay... Then I thank Brother Luo, thank Mr. Han."

"Haha, I'll pay you, what's the point of thanking me?"

Tang Luo smiled, took out a cigarette, lit one by himself, then threw the cigarette box to Meng Lei, and sent it around.

"Logo, there will be no trouble with what happened yesterday, right?"

Meng Lei also lit a cigarette and asked.

"There is trouble, but... for the time being, it should be nothing."

Tang Luo was smoking, and he couldn't figure out what the reaction would be like for the Blood Prison Pavilion.

“What can we do?”

Meng Lei asked.

"You guys? Hehe, you can't do anything."

Tang Luo shook his head.

"After a while, Lao Zuo and the others come over, wait for them to come over and discuss it."

"Um."

Meng Lei nodded, it seemed that his strength was still too weak.

After smoking a cigarette, Tang Luo left the security department and returned to his office.

He thought about it and called Jing'an lay Buddhist.

"Xiao Luo, what's wrong?"

The phone answered, and the voice of the lay Buddhist Jing'an came.

"Aunt Tang... do you have time at noon?"

Tang Luo asked.

"Hmm? OK, is there something wrong?"

The lay Buddhist Jing'an was a little surprised.

"Well... let's talk about the matter about Blood Prison Pavilion when we meet."

Tang Luo said.

"Blood Prison Pavilion? OK, let's still be in that vegetarian restaurant."

The voice of the lay Buddhist Jing'an was slightly deeper.

"good."

Tang Luo nodded, chatted with Mr. Jing'an for a few more words, and hung up the phone.

"The Blood Prison Pavilion... Ghost Hand Knife is dead. I don't know what kind of expert will be sent in the next wave."

After about an hour, Zuo Qianqiu and others came.

In addition to Ning Bai and the others, Yi and Feilong also came.

"Logo."

Yi said hello to Feilong.

"Yeah, just sit down."

Tang Luo nodded.
Chapter completed!