C122 Fuji City(6)

In the office of Fuji City's boss, the boss was sitting on a chair with his arm on the table, holding a cigarette in one hand. The cigarette ash was scattered on the desk, but he didn't pay it any attention.

When he saw Zhang Weidong calling, he listened to the beautiful ringtone and cursed into his phone, "You son of a b * tch, you don't need any money to call me