Ye Fei had just come out of the apartment building when he heard the sound of a car horn in front of him.
He looked up and, sure enough, saw a familiar face behind the wheel.
Without hesitation, Ye Fei walked toward the car.
As he reached the car, the rear door was opened.
Another burly man, waving a brown paper bag in his hand, sneered coldly at Ye Fei.
Ye Fei got into the car directly, and the man unceremoniously put the brown paper bag over his head.
It looked like all four of Qin Xiangnan's security guards were out in force.
Two here waiting for me, the other two must be controlling Yu Qing and the rest.
"You've really grown some balls, kid, provoking us time and again."
The guard beside him snorted with disdain and mocked Ye Fei.
Ye Fei was unfazed, though he found the brown paper bag over his head somewhat absurd.
Ah, can't they come up with something new?
It was always either a black hood or this kind of paper bag.