C898 Trade(2)
"Lee Jiatu?" Chen Xing half-opened his eyes and swung his hand. "No!"
He staggered to his feet, patted his chest, and pointed outside. "I am a marshal of the army. He is just a small advisor of the military. How can I meet him? Get him out of here!"
"But, but he said..." Yang hesitated, not knowing what to say.
"Go!" Chen Xing urged loudly, his breath still reeking of alcohol
