C169 It's Probably God's Luck

"Waste, waste." The old man clicked his tongue in disappointment. He felt that it was a pity.

Qiao Yunshun pulled the chair away, got up, and left.

The butler hesitated whether to chase after him or not. When he saw Liang Zhanting's eyes, he calmed down and let Qiao Yunshun run away.

"Qiao Yunshun!" Qiao Qingfeng stood up as well, but he did not chase after him