lipping out her phone. It was a WeChat message from Fu Shaoqing.He glanced nervously at Fu Mo Han, who seemed not to have heard him and was drinking tonic soup.Upon opening the page, there is only one...o get in, just as he sat down, a man rushed up, got into the car with him, slammed the door shut, and ordered the driver to drive.Along the way, she asked him again. Mu Shaocheng still kept his cards...