"Who?" Gao zhandong was still immersed in the bright future. He didn't react for a moment. When the people beside him poured a half full glass of red wine into his glass, he turned to look at the messenger. He saw that his face was a little wrong. He shook his hand and paused. He said, "it's him?"

someone nodded, and Gao zhandong's just smiling face was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and he thought with a drum in his heart, "how did he come back?"

"boss Gao, what can I do for you?" Peach twist orchid fingers hook a block in front of the hair, but also a charming...