C72 What the Hell Is Wrong with You

Qiao An subconsciously turned on her laptop and raised her eyebrows. "Why are you here? Aren't you resting at home?"

Huo Chengzhou had already arrived in front of Qiao An's desk and saw five hundred yuan notes.

His face changed again and again. "Someone came just now?"

"Yes."

Qiao An did not have time to explain before she heard Huo Chengzhou's cold, mocking and teasing voice