C1816

Di Hao Tian sat in front of the desk and looked through the documents.

Tang Bao pursed his lips, and could only wait for the secretary to leave.

However, she could feel that she did not accept it at all.

Di Hao Tian's mood did not improve at all.

Seriously, even though she said that, he was still unhappy?

This vinegar was simply too strange to understand