C281 Not the Same Thing

I am complaining now only to let out the depression in my heart.

Therefore, no matter what I said, Wang Yan listened attentively, as if he didn't want to care about what I said at all.

Finally, after a few more complaints, I saw a middle-aged woman in bright clothes coming from the other side of the door.

It reminded me of a deal I'd taken in the past.

"Hello, is this Ms. Zhao? "I am Wang Yan