Report to the president, your actor has run away again

Tang Ruan's hand holding the doorknob trembled slightly.

"Is it related to you?"

OK, let's not say yes.

It doesn't matter, anyway, he has plenty of ways to know.

Fu Xin leaned against the wall, watched Fu Zhao's non-stop bombardment of calls on his mobile phone, and directly pressed to hang up.

"What day is the day after tomorrow, don't you forget?" Fu Xin looked up at him, "It must have something to do with me."

Tang Ruan's heart trembled, and his sharp and haughty brows suddenly drooped.

"I haven't forgotten."

How could he forget.

Taking a deep breath to calm his mind, Tang Ruan pulled open the door of the storage room, and sure enough, the outside was bright again.

Then he had a face-to-face meeting with a group of people in the hallway.

Wu Zhuoyi: "?"

Fu Zhao: "?"

Tang Ruan: "??"

Tang Ruan blinked: "What are you doing?"

Fu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "What are we doing? We are looking for Tang Ruanruan's team! By the way, Ruanruan, you saw my scum, did you see my brother?"

Tang Ruan closed the door behind him with a "click".

"I didn't see it."

Fu Zhao looked at the call on the phone that was hung up again, and scratched his head: "I don't care about him in that business, let him fend for himself." 2

President Xiao Fu hadn't finished speaking when he saw the door behind Tang Ruan open.

The door of the storage room was too small after all, and Fu Xin, who was 188 in height, had to lower his head and lean sideways to get out. 1

Fu Zhao looked at his elder brother who was covered in dust and messy hair, and his mouth opened into an "o" shape.

Tang Ruan behaved dignifiedly, without any panic: "Boss Fu, what a coincidence."

The corner of Fu Xin's mouth twitched.

Fu Zhao looked at his brother who was in a mess, and then at his slightly red and swollen lips.