Donald Hollander drank it all, and then called the women around him out. Donald Hollander did not put his eyes on her again, poured a small glass of wine into his own glass, his eyes stared forward, as if he was thinking. If you look closely, you can even find his eyes with a decadent meaning in them. Emma Rosy just glanced at him, and roughly guessed why he was upset.
She looked at this Donald Holland seriously.
He was less than forty years old. His features were not particularly handsome, but he was still very good-looking at this age. He kept looking straight at the things in front of him. He must be thinking something. Emma Rosy took a clean glass and poured a small glass of wine, "Is Mr. Hollander worried about the company's broken capital chain?" Donald Holland glanced at her and
