Meng Hao was not angry, he was watching the ball game at home, glancing at his mobile phone from time to time, and when it was time to make a simple call, he also slowly picked it up and picked it up.

Listening to the concise explanation, Meng Hao smiled gently: "It's okay, I know you're working overtime, so let's go to the restaurant directly, how about it?" ”

"You're not angry?" Asked succinctly.

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Chapter 327 The Thirty-Year-Old Man is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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