"What did you say? !"Lu Anpeng didn't expect this result at all. He almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He only felt that his chest was beating wildly, and his throat seemed to be blocked. He couldn't even draw out the air with the vacuum machine.
"Are you sure? ! This is impossible!"Lu Anpeng blurted out. His forehead was really sweating.
He slowly sat down on the armrest of the sofa, his face pale.
How could this be?
How could this be?
His client clearly said that it was a trap. They had fallen into a trap and brought out a fake..
So it should be that fake keven?
He anxiously thought for an hour, but he still couldn't make up his mind. Finally, he dialed a phone number that his client gave him.
"... didn't you say that it was fake?"His voice was trembling.
The person who answered the phone was a young man.
He said briskly, "Yes, it's fake. What's Wrong?"
