isitor was a man in his forties. His face was fair and clean-shaven, with long limbs. He had a pair of triangular eyes that resembled Wang Ya's, filled with a mixture of pleasure and displeasure. As h...laughing faces at the camera. 。But on the phone screen, there was only her.Yu Wei didn't answer. Yan Wenzhou had already walked over, took the phone, thanked the person, and then calmly put the phone...