After sending a picture of the tomb to Chu Wu, Zhao Tiezhu was in a good mood. In order to relax and restrain his demons, he booked several tickets for Yang Rui's concert. Of course, the girls were very happy.

Little Seven runs out of the room with no boundary between Zhao Tiezhu and Zhao Tiezhu. He comes and goes freely, but he can't practice quietly last night. Until dawn, those red-faced voices stopped.

"Boss, I'm going to the concert too!"

Xiao Qi said to Zhao Tiezhu with a black eye circle. Zhao Tiezhu gave a faint glance and then said, "See if the concert is fake, is it true...