C93 Calculated

pomegranate looked at it for a long time, then thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't understand the meaning of Qin Zhiyuan's words. He made another call, but the other end of the phone was already off.

It seemed like he was truly angry. What should he do? What should he do? The pomegranate was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan as it paced back and forth in the passage