Chapter Three Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Three: Control

ales manager at her own company!"Old Sun, who are your comrades this time I heard you have several friends who have become successful. You should get in touch with them and ask for their help. Maybe t...'s lips twitched slightly: "Useless, in front of my magic treasures, you are not even an ant."Go on, Ning Zhi flung the bronze cymbal in his hand at Chen Ping.Soon, the copper cymbal grew larger in mi...