C1112 The Rage of Situ Changqi

"Young Master Situ …"

"Fifty million, and you bought that copy for me? If you are not brain-dead, then what is? "Also, you gave me tens of millions of yuan for the pile of scrap metal in the back. Do you think that money is blown in by the wind?"

Situ Changqi said coldly.

Imitation?

Hearing these words, Lu Feng felt as if he was slapped in the face.

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