Not to mention Yan langfeng, even if he didn't ask, the mayor of Mylta would tell him the truth.
After listening to the other party's explanation, Yan langfeng slightly frowned and hung up the phone.
"Master." The assistant beside him poured a cup of tea for him.
Yan langfeng held his phone and lowered his head to think for a moment. He then called Meng Fu. how's your body? "
Meng Fu was receiving an IV. teacher, it's fine. But the drawing for the semi-final will be two days late.
The painting from before was pressed against the cliff.
"Sure," this wasn't a problem for Yan langfeng. He only muttered to himself for a while before talking about what he was concerned about: is there anyone targeting you in T city? "
there are, " Meng Fu said unhurriedly. there are many people who are envious, jealous, and hate me. The heavens are jealous of talents.
Yan langfeng was speechless.
