C501 Myriad Pianists 46

Wu Zhaoyun was holding his suit jacket in one hand and his other hand was on the car door. The tie on his chest had already been loosened by him.

He was dressed so formally that even his hair was waxed. Ji Rao was stunned for a moment, "You …" "Did you attend something?"

"It's nothing, an unimportant press conference."

Wu Zhaoyun closed the car door and looked around. There was no one there