C186 Truth

Zhang Zhigao sat on the sofa with the photo in his hand for a long time. He heard a familiar voice. "Zhigao, why are you at home at this hour?" Zhang Zhigao looked for the voice. It was Zhang's father. Zhang Zhigao quickly put the photo in his pocket.

He put down the briefcase, untied the button on his jacket, and took off his jacket to pass to the maid