At the end of the meeting, all the people left and there were only Song Yan and Guo Zihan in the room.

"How did you think about it?" Song Yan looked at her and asked.

Guo Zihan nodded, somewhat unwilling and somewhat shy.

"No regrets?" Song Yan continued to ask.

"No regrets!" Guo Zihan nodded again and looked at Song Yan with indignation.

"Let's hear that!" Song Inkstone mouth corner gradually emerged a trace of abuse.

"Table... Cousin! " Guo Zihan cried with a twisted look, but the voice was similar to that of mosquitoes.

"What are you shouting about? Why didn't I hear that?"

Song Yan's sense of playfulness...