Duan Yuchen sighed silently.
Of course, I rejected a request like this!
If I don't hang up this phone tonight.
Then don't even think about sleeping today.
He has to go to a competition tomorrow. What if he doesn’t get enough rest and it affects his performance?
Then he decisively pressed the red hang-up button.
I lay in bed feeling refreshed.
Cang Chengye looked at the communication method that had been cut off.
The pen in his hand suddenly fell onto the table with a heavy thud.
Good, that kid had the nerve to hang up on him.
The assistant pushed the door open and came in. The president was in a good mood recently, so his attitude relaxed a lot.
He was carefree when he came in.
As a result, the president's face was as dark as ink.
Assistant: Help! Is it too late for me to go back now?
He must have been bullied by his wife again, so he couldn't control his temper at the moment.
"Master Cang... I have arranged everything you asked me to do." The assistant said with his head down.
"Um."
Cang Chengye was intimidating without even getting angry, and a simple word from him almost made people tremble all over.
The atmosphere in the entire office suddenly dropped to its lowest point.
Wait until the next morning.
Duan Yuchen looked down at the dance costume that was delivered to him.
There is a little bit of dark red, dotted with some pure white flowers, the middle-split pants look very rustic...
"Well, after all, square dancing needs to be down-to-earth." Fu Xingchang felt a little guilty while holding the clothes.
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