C101 Do not mistreat male gods!

"Sister Huang, help me find a contact person." Han Tianning raised his head. "It's urgent."

Song Haojun shook off the snow-white cloth – he was using a new towel to wipe the table. Fortunately, the room was very clean, or else he would be disgusted.

He walked to Han Tianning's side and wiped down her table.

Song Haojun's eyes silently fell on her face