Little Jun Xi's explosion

"Zhan Yang?" Ruan Mengmeng's cold face turned serious.

After the Fenghuo group declared bankruptcy, war sun had disappeared without a trace.

In the three months that they were in America, ruan Mengmeng and Li junyu had been on guard against Zhan Yang's counterattack. However, even after they had been on guard for a long time, they had not received any news about Zhan Yang.

Ruan Mengmeng had even thought that someone like Zhan Yang would be completely depressed after losing the Beacon Group he was so proud of.

He already had a tumor in his brain, and he didn't have long to live. In addition, his life's work had collapsed. Perhaps he would just immerse himself in finding a place to slowly live out the few days he had left.

"The Zhan Yang you're talking about is that man who should've died long ago?" ruan Mengmeng asked.

She was not sure if there were people with the same name in this world, so she could not help but ask.