The Slag Man in the Slag

The phone call was from a woman. This voice was somehow familiar.

"Mister Yan, how about we let you know what to do? Whether you do it or not, you have to follow the rules and give me a letter. Otherwise, I can't explain it to my boss, we've been working together for so long, you can't not follow the rules this time …"

Su Qinglian held his breath, he did not dare speak, and only held onto the phone quietly. Listening to the weird tone of the other party, he felt an unspeakable awkwardness in his heart.