C938 Distinguished Guest

"Mr. Zhao, a man called Lin Jie was nearby. He was wearing casual clothes. Did you see him? And …" It was only until here did Xia Yihan's voice ring. Xu Haosheng, I wonder how Xu Haosheng is doing.

"Mr. Zhao, I have to go back. I have to go back. I need to find someone." This time, Xia Yihan wrote quickly, but her handwriting was ugly. It was hard to tell what she had written.

"Miss Xia