yu tingchuan received a call from one of the bosses at the dinner party that night. he had business dealings with hengyuan, and the two of them chatted indifferently. old zhao didn't understand anything about investing in the stock market. when the car stopped at a red light, yu tingchuan hung up the phone. he looked tired and leaned back in his seat to take a nap.
old zhao couldn't hide his words. thinking of miss song, who looked like she was in her twenties, he pretended to speak casually, " " my wife called me today to tell me that my son wants to date. i told her that it was a good thing. the little brat has grown up. why do you sound so worried? "
