C1087 The Assassins Sent by the Country M

Father An was at his wit's end. His bank card had been frozen by the bank, and with the stockholders throwing out their shares, there were people coming to the headquarters every day to demand an explanation. He was in a tight spot.

Father An thought of Loong Jiaojiao's uncle.

He could only bet his life on it and ask for help.

"I really have no other choice. If this goes on