Wenhao Is Missing
Guan Qingyan and Yan Buchang discussed the following contract and gave him their own opinions, but that was all. After all, she didn't like his actions just now, so she didn't want to say too much.
The table in the private room was filled with empty bottles. A handsome man was lying on the sofa, his face slightly red like a woman's blush after makeup. Inside, the light is somewhat dark, the temperature of the air conditioning makes the room in a state of neither cold nor hot, just suitable.
Feng Biyan woke up and took out his phone. There were no calls from Guan Qingyan. Xing Baoshan's phone was about to explode. Last night, not even a man was able to enter. This was something that satisfied her.