C729 She Thought He Would at Least Soften His Heart

Vicky nodded, smiled back, and left her cell phone number.

Hearing this, Yang Yi's eyes turned cold, his exquisite facial features almost twisting.

Vicky glanced at the woman who was walking away in a sulky mood and said in standard English, "THANKS."

He called Han Cheng on the way back, "Mr. Han, I've succeeded. When are you free for a meal?"

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