dy trembled violently. He used his last bit of strength to stare fixedly at Ye Fan, a dry and hoarse voice coming from his blood-stained mouth: “You…… You…… You…… How…… How…… Can…… Possible…… Is…… Is...ings that were inconvenient for him to show his face, usually his secretary Xiao Zhou would come forward to resolve them.Xiao Zhou was like his third hand, helping him through thick and thin.Xiao Zhou...