C85 Confession

After a day of meeting, Yuezheng Du was so tired that he didn't even want to talk to the manager of the opera house anymore.

There were a few messages on the phone from Wei Nuanyang. Yuezheng Du read them one by one and hesitated to reply. A moment later, the phone rang and Wei Nuanyang called.

"What's the matter?"

"It's fine, I'm just telling you, there's a delicious crab bun near JY