Time was always a torture.
Mo Yancheng had been waiting outside the room until his phone rang.
"Cheng." He picked up the phone.
Shen chengjing returned to the ink Garden. After sending Ouyang back, she turned back and called him on the way."Uncle, how's it going on your side?"
"A small matter happened."
"What happened? "Shen chengjing, listen," she said.
"Mo Qiu, there's a problem. It shouldn't be a big deal, but I'm more interested in director Zhao. "
"What do you mean?" When she heard about director Zhao, she guessed that he was Zhao Meng's father.
Mo Yanchen had told her about the check, and Shen chengjing was surprised.""This amount is a huge temptation for ordinary people. For example, the Zhao family ... Although he was rich, 100 million Yuan was not a small amount! This person is not greedy. "
"Indeed," Mo Yancheng was also certain of this.
Shen chengjing leaned to the side. The little thing ran over and she reached out to play with its fur.
