C1352 I Can't Swallow This

Wei Sheng was quick with his work. Within a few hours, he had found some relevant information. He ran back to the suite and saw the man with bent legs sitting on the sofa, drinking one cup after another. He was stunned.

Liao Jiangcheng took off his suit jacket. His white shirt was also wrinkled. He casually curled up on the sofa, one leg still on the coffee table