William Bryan felt as if he was going to lose his support. After a long coma, he took out his mobile phone.

In the black paint environment, the faint light on his mobile phone is also a kind of stimulation to his eyeballs.

He squinted, and with the muscle memory formed in the long run, he called up what had been written early in the morning and sent it directly to the person who made the reservation.

After all this, William Bryan breathed a sigh of relief.

With these things, Charlee Ford should feel better, at least in terms of life......

"Boss, go and have a rest. We are here...