The seven years between me and Zha Gong

Lan Weiyu returned to the apartment in the city center and waited all night, but Fang Qiyan did not come back.

In the early morning, in a villa in the suburbs, Fang Qiyan didn't close his eyes all night. He looked at Luo Sirao who was lying on the bed, even though he was sleeping soundly, and sighed. He didn't know what he had experienced in the slave market this year. , what torment.

Secretary Li walked in and said, "Mr. Fang, the nursing home has been found, and Mr. Luo can be sent there anytime."

Fang Qiyan nodded, looked at Luo Sirao who was sleeping soundly, and said with a haggard face, "Secretary Li, did I hurt Sirao?"

Secretary Li was stunned, and said, "It was Lin Yunshen who deliberately kidnapped Manager Luo and sold him to the slave market. It's none of your business."

Fang Qiyan was a little distracted, and murmured: "But it was also my momentary negligence..."