C509 The Matchmaking Office

Yan Siyuan was no longer polite. He personally sent the person downstairs. When he saw the car leave, his expression finally collapsed. He went back upstairs and reported the situation to Gu Qinian.

"Aiyo! My waist is sore from all the work I've done!" Yan Siyuan's body was limp on the sofa. He kept rubbing his back. This job of receiving guests was too tiring