My name is Qiao Qiao, a very nice name, and I am twenty-two years old.

He blushes when he talks.

Meng Baifeng chose a position near the window, where he could see the hospital opposite.

Several cars were parked at the gate, and people were constantly coming in and out nervously.

"What's wrong? Something happened in the hospital?"

Meng Baifeng asked.

Qiao Qiao nodded nervously: "Killed."

"Killed?" Meng Baifeng had a surprised expression on his face.

"Yes." Qiao Qiao said with lingering fear: "Three people died in the inpatient department. Just when we were about to get off work, we were all called for questioning."

"Hey, the world is like this." Meng Baifeng sighed: "How come killing three people is like killing three chickens? It's really scary. Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Qiao Qiao's face turned red again: "What do you do?"

"Me?" Meng Baifeng smiled: "I work for the Nanjing government."

Qiao Qiao's expression suddenly changed.

I work for the Nanjing government.

This is a traitor.

How can he be a traitor if he is so graceful?

Qiao Qiao stood up: "I'm sorry, I remembered that I have something to do at home, so I'm leaving."

"Leave? Don't you want to eat?"

"Thank you, I won't eat."

Qiao Qiao left here in a hurry.

Look, a very patriotic girl.

Meng Shaoyuan smiled, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip.

Well, what is certain now is that there are only twenty-five people left in the so-called Rangers.

If one more person dies, the pressure on his son can be alleviated.

He finished the wine and put down the glass and money.

"Sir, I'm leaving."

The waiter handed over the windbreaker diligently.
Chapter completed!