Standing opposite Tang Muhan, he could clearly feel his anger and dissatisfaction.
But he had to hold it back and dare not vent it.
"Let's go." The guard said slowly, glancing at the hell money sprinkled on the ground, and adding, "Littering, you will have to clean this week."
Tang Muhan's footsteps stagnated. He looked at him disgruntled, opened his mouth, but finally swallowed the words in his mouth.
In such a place, if he talks back, he will be finding trouble for himself.
It's just cleaning. He has done it before!
...
Coming out of prison, Gu Qingli sat in the cab with a dignified face.
The atmosphere in the car was a little low. Xiaomei sat in the back, looking at the two people in front, but she didn't know what to say.
After a while, Gu Qingli came back to her mind, glanced at Xiaomei, who was sitting in the back, and whispered, "Going to the company or home? I'll take you there."