C531 Miss Zhao the Boss Is Yours

A month later at sunset.

Zhao Chumian was wearing a purple high waist dress and a rice white coat. She was a gentle lady and perfectly covered her slightly protruding belly.

She held Tang Jie's hand and walked out of Ximian Building.

"Mianmian, look."

She followed Tang Jie's finger and saw Sheng Xifang's cold figure leaning against the Rolls-Royce.

Not a single car dared to stop around him