C48 Cold President(8)

"President, what do you want to eat?" Dollyna held a white notebook in her hand and a pen in her right hand. Her eyes were serious as she asked Feng Yanlin, who was sitting motionlessly on the chair.

"182 x xxxx. " Feng Yanlin did not order any dishes. Instead, he gave the other party a string of numbers.

Dollyna did not say much. She quickly picked up the phone and dialed the number