C363 His Face Was as Black as the Bottom of a Pot

Sweat, Eldest Senior Brother, isn't it good to be like this? Tong Wenya wailed in her heart.

A certain someone's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. His eyes were full of warning.

"I've said it before. Those are all in the past. There's nothing else to hang up the phone, right?" Tong Wenya tried her best to speak calmly. She wanted to press the button to hang up again