Fang Ming, who had already walked closer: "…"
He could only return.
His boss's behavior was becoming more and more dog-like.
"Um… Forget it, it's fine." Le Yao hesitated for a moment before hanging up. She wanted to ask about Lu Minan, but she suddenly felt that it was inappropriate.
Nangong Jue was speechless.
Why should he forget it? There's something she wanted to say, he would be happy to listen.
Unfortunately, the other side had already hung up.
Because the space in the car was small, everyone more or less heard Nangong Jue's words on the phone.
Everyone knew the consequences of the car accident. After all, the news had already been reported, but they didn't know what to say to express their feelings. In the end, they could only sigh and fall silent.
"Lan." After a long time, Han Baozhu patted Le Yao's shoulder.
