C3244 Zhang Jiangtao

"Who?" Lin Qian'er asked unhappily. It was definitely not a waiter. The waiter knocked on the door in a clear and rhythmic manner. It was very polite. The sound of the knock on the door was obvious that it had been punched by a fist. It was very rough.

"Dongfang Qingyu, our boss invited you over." Sure enough, it was not a waiter. From the sound, it was a young man in his twenties