C2107 The Stock Market

"No." Seeing that Hai Ziyu was still very depressed, he sighed and reached out to touch her head.

His hand was stopped in midair. Si Wenbing said lightly, "Thank you, Mr. Yan."

Yan Mingyao's eyes showed a trace of surprise. He took his hand back and nodded. He got into the car and left.

"Miss, I will send you back." Si Wenbing turned around and opened the door for her