C322 Injured

Sheng Jingxun raised his eyebrows when he saw Hsiao Qiang leaving in a hurry. He exchanged a glance with bald man, who was beside him. Then he turned around and got into his car.

Bald man sat in the driver's seat. He frowned slightly and said, "This car was tampered with."

"It should have just been done by him..." Sheng Jingxun's voice became unusually low.

Bald man looked at him