C255 The Lost Yan Qing

M Country, Niuye.

Yanh Qing sat in the conference room with a sickly look on his face. On the stage, a yellow-haired man's saliva was flying everywhere. The more he talked, the more excited he became.

". . . Boss? What do you think?" Adam shook the yellow hair on his head. He was surprised in his heart. They had never sneezed in the four seasons of the year