C145 The Daughter of the Prime Minister

Walter sneered. You're the one with the blame, aren't you?

But it didn't take long. His phone got a call from someone: "Hello, it's me. What? But what should I do about that? Just let it go like that? Then this? Alright, alright, I understand. I'll listen to your orders! "

The smile on Walter's face disappeared, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. On the other hand