C70 You will Help Right?

A long time.

The man remembered Tang Qingge grabbing the corner of his shirt last night and hiding behind him, looking at him with a timid and hopeful gaze.

It was only for a moment.

The man looked at Ding Yan and immediately ordered with a cold voice, "Go back now and convey my words."

"Yes, but Boss Bo, I want to roughly convey the message."

Another moment