Roll in the arms of the iceberg boss

After entering the door, the smile froze slightly after seeing Bo Shuohan's face, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? His face is so ugly."

Bo Shuohan was sitting behind the large desk, his stern face was chilled, it was ugly.

Seeing Cheng Jin, his tense face eased slightly, he glanced at the sausage in his hand, frowned and said, "Why are you eating this kind of thing again?"