A chuckling came from his nose. Zhuo Huan smiled and said a word to the phone: "Get out."

Then, he hung up the phone and threw the phone on the ground.

Walk forward.

Fucheng made way for him.

The young man looked embarrassed and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Zhuo Huan, can I come in?"

Zhuo Huan didn't reply a word, and didn't even look at him, and slammed the door on the boy's face with a slam.

Zhuo Huan looked at Fucheng: "Why are you standing? Go back and continue memorizing the information."

The author has something to say:

Zhuo Zha Dad: Son, do you like the gift from Dad to give you?

Zhuo Anxu: Hehe.
Chapter completed!