One afternoon, Li Ziming was restless, people were obviously in the conference room, but their minds did not know where to go, in the face of a subordinate who reported work, he pretended to concentrate and nodded his head perfunctorily.
Although the subordinates were surprised that Li Zong was so good at talking today, they did not dare to ask more.
The four-hour meeting was finally over, and Li Ziming was the first to get up and leave the conference room, quickly walked back to the office, and took out his mobile phone to check whether there were any missed calls.
There were already quite a few people sent out by herself, and if the woman was just gambling, she should not have gone far, but she was afraid that she had now returned to the villa.
Thinking about this, his eyes dimmed a little, and the cold color gradually warmed up a few points, even he didn't know that he was so concerned about gu Yao's woman's life and death in his heart.
A bell rang, interrupting his thoughts, and he paused
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