Mo Siyu gave Qin Anhao a cold glance, instantly stifling his joyful laughter.
"An Hao, next time we go to Shenzhen, you're not included," Mo Siyu's deep voice rang out.
Qin Anhao, who had just been laughing, instantly changed his expression. He was so mad that he started hopping, "Si Yu, you can't do this to me, it's boring to just run around near Jing City every day."
"The clients around Jing City will depend on you," continued Mo Siyu.
Qin Anhao wore a despondent expression.
He enjoyed delivering goods by driving around. Staying in Jing City all the time would suffocate him!
*
At Tang Mingli's home.
Wei Jiajia was peeling an apple to eat. Now she was nearing the last two months of her pregnancy, with a significantly big belly, and her trips to the garment factory had become especially scarce; she spent most of her time at home.
