Zhao Weitong's eyes stared at the boss, sitting opposite him, Qiao Anan always felt that he was looking at her, and he only felt panicked in his heart.

The pen shook, and the candles on both sides flickered and flickered, and they almost went out several times.

Qiao An'an looked at his nose and nose, and tried not to look at his gaze, just staring at the sand table.

But she really couldn't tell what the ghost was drawing.

The last stroke fell, and the pen did not move.

"What's the problem?"

The ghost said in a loud voice, like a big white goose with its neck pinched.

Joan settled, what else is the problem?

How does she know, after all, she doesn't know what to ask and what not to ask, what if she angers this guy?

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