Wen Yan was depressed again when he heard the busy tone of the telephone.

Bad corn has hung up his phone so absolutely!

Whoop, bad corn!

The assistant, regardless of Wen Yan's grieving eyes, picked her up and walked outside.

He dared not let the little ancestor have any more accidents.

And how dare he bargain with the president!

The assistant looked at Wen Yan more coldly.

Wen Yan frowned and wondered if Long Kaizhe would pull out the flowers and plants. He didn't notice the assistant's expression at all.

But the assistant seemed to see a miniature version of Long Kaizhe at this moment.

The expressions around them, the...