"Tongtong, you... You hurt people too much!" Tang poetry is angry and sad, and her chest is heaving.

"Butong, don't talk to shiye like this," Jiang, who hasn't spoken, said. "Shiye speaks directly, but objectively speaking, her suggestion is nothing wrong."

Bu Tong frowned, "choose one, you don't think I should sign it? I don't understand. Li Jingchen is just managing on behalf of others and won't swallow the cloth family. I don't know what you are worried about one by one. "

"I think my brother-in-law is right..." Jiang turned his head and looked at Li Jingchen with an unidentified eye. "My sister took over the hand herself, which...