A man with eye-catching blonde hair, who was so handsome that the girl would throw herself at him, was looking at Xiao Yao with a smile. It was Bi Yuntao, who had been waiting here for a long time.
In the room of theTC Hall, after Xiao Yao left, even after Shan Teng wiped his eyes heavily with his hand, his red nose still betrayed him.
The war song, which had always been the embodiment of ice, became much more gentle. With some emotion, it patted on the shoulder of Shan Teng, "You're lucky. Your hard work for so many years has not been in vain."
Shan Teng nodded. "Yes, Xiao Yao looks slippery, but he values relationships more than anyone else. This is his advantage and also his biggest weakness. Now I suddenly worry if someone will take advantage of his weakness in the future."
Zhan Ge
