C42 You're F*cking Me

Zhuang Yichen sat up straight and laughed. He straightened his black shirt. He didn't look at Shao Junhao, but poured wine into the two crystal glasses in front of him. His actions. He was a little slow, and he spoke slowly. "Mr Zhao, you always told me not to rush for short-term gains, but this time you are in too much of a hurry."

"It doesn't matter if you rush or not. The key is to be steady