"He is really addicted to drugs." Duan Xi sighed.

Chen Ange also seemed a little disappointed: "So, if the Qian family consortium is handed over to him, I'm afraid my father's entire life's hard work will be in vain."

Duan Xi: "Actually, as an adopted daughter, don't you have any chance?"

"Haha, if I am the one who takes over the Qian family, how can the greedy and bloodthirsty group of elders behind it divide the profits?" Chen Ange sneered, "Only by pushing a pig to the front can they manipulate it unscrupulously."

Qian Shicheng is that pig.

The car drove smoothly, the shops on both sides were closed, and there were no pedestrians.

On the empty street, only the dim streetlights lengthened and shortened the shadows of cars, over and over again.

Chen Ange in the car seemed a little tired. She was mentally and physically exhausted because of the fight with her native family and the feud with her adopted brother. She put out her cigarette butt and leaned on the backrest to take a nap.

But at the corner not far away, a cart carrying sandbags blocked the way.

The driver, Xiaolong, was about to slow down, but Duan Xi beside him made a quick decision: "Don't stop! Even if you risk knocking over the truck, you have to rush over!"

Chen Ange in the back row suddenly woke up.


Chapter completed!