C126 Secret Troops

Jiang Yanqiu's office was very spacious. Not only was there a desk, but there was also a sofa and a coffee table. It was like a small private clubhouse.

At this time, the sofa was already in a mess. Jiang Yanqiu got up from the sofa panting and did not bother to wipe her sweat. She directly went to the bathroom.

Su Beichen laid on the sofa and leisurely smoked his cigarette