C372 Disclosure

"Answer the phone, you bastard! Get my fucking phone!"

The back of his hand quickly turned red. Gu Jinyuan ignored him and just looked at him with interest, as if he was a baboon in a zoo, thumping his chest non-stop.

After a while, Ye Zhensheng shouted that he was tired, and that was enough to vent. He finally calmed down a little, and dropped the microphone and sat on the chair dejectedly