C186 Meet at the conference

"Speak, what happened?" Ouyang Jingyu threw a box at his side onto Qiao Chuyang's body, his lips curled up in a wild smile.

Qiao Chuyang simply glanced at the box at his feet.

"Does it have anything to do with me?"

Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted. A pair of black eyes as fast as lightning squinted dangerously as they emitted a cold chill.

"If it had nothing to do with you