The old man who hung up the phone came to the window, opened the curtain and looked at the gradually brightening sky outside.

"Xiaoquan. Sometimes, work, do not need to do too high-profile! "

when I think of the appearance of this young car sweeper at first sight, he is resolute and serious, and now he is frivolous and high-profile. So many years of changes, the old people are looking at him.

of the three people he likes, Quan Zhixiang used to be one of his favorite. Unexpectedly, this young man is getting more and more biased.

"ah Sorry, I didn't have a son Xiaoquan, a bastard, won't call me...