C1987 1987

Her clear voice was heartwarming. "Sorry." Zhang Donglai was stunned. He subconsciously thought that she meant, "Sorry, it has nothing to do with me." "Ms. Jiang—" However, the person on the other side of the phone had not finished speaking. "I didn't expect to implicate you guys. I will deal with this as soon as possible." Zhang Donglai fell silent, and a sense of shame surged through him