C617 Fong Qigong Who Did Not Know What Was Good for Him

"I got it!"

After hanging up the phone, Fong Xifan rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. He was contemplating whether to secretly deal with Ye Fann or figure out who could handle him.

At this moment, Ye Fann had already pulled Xinying into the sports car.

"Xinying, should we head back to the office?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, let's go back to the office first