When Zhou Xiaobo heard Yan Jiecheng's words, he immediately stood up from the sofa.
His face was excited, his eyes were still shining with tears, and his voice was trembling, saying, "Director, I'm fine, I'm fine..."
Yan Jiecheng looked at him, but he didn't know whether he was really excited or pretending.
After all, wavelet was sent in this week by himself. If he really repents, it's OK.
I'm afraid he complains that it's his bad luck.
However, Yan Jiecheng doesn't need to care about it. He can't do anything about himself anyway. He said, "What a fart! I don't want to look at you now