C768 Your Hands Aren't Good Enough Maybe Mine Can

Yih Hongyue did not ask Qin Yuan for a reason. With Qin Yuan by her side, she did not feel the slightest bit of panic.

Not long after, a car stopped in front of Qin Yuan and the others from afar. A middle-aged man of average height with a cold aura between his brows walked out of the car with a cigar in his mouth. When he saw Yih Hongyue, he immediately revealed a bright smile