C41 The International Design Grand Prix of the Dao Laf Cup

"That's right..."

Looking at Guu Yuchen's back, Qii Liancheng couldn't help but rub his head.

"His clothes are not stained with mud at all. There is not a single wrinkle on his necktie. There is not even a button on his wrist. This is not like a fight! I was thinking too much! " I'm thinking too much! "

Thinking of this, Qii Liancheng finally figured it out