Jiang Mochen's eyes were cold and gloomy, he didn't expect Ole's people to be so inferior.

"Is it possible that this person also belongs to Ole. He has a problem with Zhang Zihua, so hiding his identity helped us?" Yan Xi boldly assumed.

"Yes." Jiang Mochen got up and poured her a glass of red wine, "In this circle, there are too many people who are friends on the surface but are enemies secretly."