He Was in Contact with Mu Yalan

"Very soon. " After saying that, Zhao Jiayuan strode out of the Leng family. Without looking back, she got into the car and drove away.

She cursed in her heart and closed the door of the living room. She threw herself onto the sofa and sank into it.

It was already noon. Xia Qinglee, who was still in the office, closed her notebook and heaved a heavy sigh of relief. She stretched out her arms and just as she was about to stretch, the sound of the door opening rang in her ears.

She vigilantly turned around and found that it was Lu Qian. He walked in with a lunchbox in his hand. The meaning on his face was hard to describe.

"Why are you here?" She was a little excited in her heart. She could not help but raise her head to look at him. It seemed that he had not been living well these few days. His face was full of stubble and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.