C44 Obstruction

At eight in the evening, Xuanyang's entire office building only had scattered lights left, but the warehouse was actually brightly lit.

Xiao Chen waved to me, signalling me to hurry over. I immediately ran over.

Upon entering, he immediately saw that the Mr. Zheng was not very happy. Wen Xuan was at the side holding his bag, with his signature expression, gentle yet calm