Treasure Eye

The guest and the boss chatted for a few words, and soon sold the bottle of mallet under the boss's three-inch tongue. The two parties paid and signed the contract.,It was midday, sweltering hot, and there were few people on the road. Yang Bo walked along, his mind still preoccupied with his father's illness. At this time, shouldn't he quit his job and go to the construction site Although it was harder work at the construction site, he could earn more!,Though he hesitated a little, Yang Bo didn't look back. He kept moving forward. He was already struggling to save himself, so how could he possibly help others at this time。