Shuangjie+Age difference+Shuangwen
In the tenth year of his business, Tang Mengxi's company Yunchuang went bankrupt.
On Feizhou's first day at work, she ran into her boss's son.
"What's your relationship with him?"
Fang Wenbin had veins popping out on his slender but powerful arms. His right hand was propped upright on the car, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him, his face gloomy.
A faint smell of alcohol hit my face.
"Have you been drinking?"
Tang Mengxi sniffed, her breath smelling of alcohol drifting from her face, accompanied by some heavy breathing.
Later, he disappeared.
