C197 Tailor-made for Me

"I'm fine. I'll take you home first, but I've got some business to attend to. I'll see you some other time." Shan Qidong drove away. He held the document bag tightly in one hand, and the veins on his hand were bulging.

"Okay." Since Shan Qidong didn't say anything, Tang Wanwan didn't ask. Everyone had their own secrets