C45 The President 's Face be as Dark as the Bottom of a Pot

3 PM, in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Zhou Yanchen sat in the car and put his diamond wristwatch in front of his face.

3: 10 PM.

Very good, I was 10 minutes late.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked out of the car, planning on how to teach the woman who didn't know time a lesson.

Another half an hour passed, but there was still no sign of Mo Xirann