C106 Draw Lots

Today is Cen Wudao's death anniversary?

This news was like a drop of water splashing into a pot of oil, exploding in an instant.

Everyone discussed animatedly, whispering to each other.

Zhang Cheng and the others' expressions were especially ugly.

"Boss Lau, what do you mean?" Zhang Cheng said coldly.

"What do you mean? I have to ask you all."

Lau Yingying laughed bitterly