C92 Throw out

The office suddenly became quiet. Meng Yunhan felt that she wasn't quite at ease, and she slightly turned her head to look at Meng Zhiwen. He seemed to be in a daze, but at the same time, seemed to be thinking about something urgent.

"Dad …" Meng Yunhan frowned, and called out to him softly.

Meng Zhiwen leaned against the chair, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, then said: "Xiao Han