C22 We Can't Accept This

A voice suddenly rang out, blocking the three of them.

Chen Junlin looked over and saw that the man was over fifty years old. He was short and stout. He had seen him before.

If he remembered correctly, he should be the clothing magnate of the east city: Mattie.

A dignified clothing magnate, but now he was acting as a security guard? Strange.

Before Chen Junlin could say anything