C1485 The White Head will Never Separate

London.

The rain fell on the floor-to-ceiling window, blurring the entire world.

Tan Yan placed his hands in his pockets. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his tall and straight figure exuding a cold aura.

Ze Lun came in from outside and bowed his head respectfully. "Boss Tan. "

Tan Yan did not turn his head and asked in a light voice