C395 Qian Fengguang, Who Was Convinced.

"Boss Qian, can, can you let go of my hand first?" Lee Minghao's gaze was still on Qian Fengguang's right hand, because the back of his hand, which had just been healed by the seaweed, was tightly gripped by Qian Fengguang's right hand.

How could Qian Fengguang care about this? His fat head swayed left and right as he looked at the surrounding office staff with excitement. He laughed and said