A prodigal plaything

With Secretary Zhou's emergency treatment, the bottle was finally saved.

"Young master ya, if you're angry, just beat me up. Please let go of this bottle." Secretary Zhou was in danger of losing his head and said in a trembling voice.

He had just thought that since Mr. Gu didn't want it, he would quickly send the bottle back to the hospital while the old man was still in a daze and wouldn't let him find out. Then, he would pretend that this matter didn't happen.

Therefore, Secretary Zhou tried his best to keep the bottle.

Liancheng Yazhi's eyes were spewing fire as he rebuked, " "Get lost."

Secretary Zhou swallowed twice. He could get lost, but could he take the blue and white porcelain bottle away?

He stammered. young master ya, please calm down. That old man ... Maybe ... Maybe I don't have any dirty thoughts about him.

Liancheng Yazhi slapped Secretary Zhou away. "No dirty thoughts? Do you know what he's thinking?"