Chapter: 1387

The middle-aged man's gaze was filled with excitement, he took the camera and put it aside, and began to fiddle with his laptop.

Zhang Han walked to the second floor, glanced around, and saw Qiao Luoluo sitting in the corner by the window.

He walked over directly, sat down, and looked at her calmly.

But Qiao Luoluo didn't seem to intend to speak first, and let out a meaningful smile, just looking at the man like this.

"I'll give you two minutes." Zhang Han said coldly.

"You have become so indifferent and cool now. You were very warm-hearted and generous before, especially to me." Qiao Luoluo said with a smile.

"Don't mention it to me." Zhang Han said directly: "You are not my first, but I already have the last one. My patience is limited. Don't disturb my life anymore."

"Since you can investigate my address and Zi Yan's contact information, you can also investigate more information."

"Don't cause trouble for yourself, and don't cause trouble for the Qiao family."

"Because I don't like trouble. If you bother me, I will solve it once and for all."

"That's all for now, how to do it is up to you to figure it out."

Zhang Han didn't bother to wait for her to say anything, he just said what he wanted to say, and stood up.

He didn't move the cup of tea in front of the table.

Seeing that Zhang Han was leaving, Qiao Luoluo frowned slightly and said:

"Didn't you say to give me two minutes? It seems that only twenty seconds have passed now."

"Oh, I don't want to hear what you have to say now." Zhang Han turned around directly.

"Really? You are so ruthless now." Qiao Luoluo looked playful, but there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he calmly watched Zhang Han walking out.

One step, two steps...

When it comes to the fifth step.

bell......

Zhang Han's cell phone rang.

The sneer on the corner of Qiao Luoluo's mouth grew wider, he picked up his handbag, and prepared to leave.

Hearing the phone call, Zhang Han paused, took out his phone and glanced at it, it was Zi Yan calling.

She picked up the phone directly, and before she could speak, Zi Yan's voice came from the phone, but this time, her tone contained grievance, disappointment, sadness, and a hint of crying:

"Where are you?"

Um?

Zhang Han froze for a moment, feeling that Zi Yan's mood was very bad.

"Where are you?" came another crying voice.

"I just went out to talk about something, what's wrong with you, I..."

Before Zhang Han finished speaking, Qiao Luoluo walked past Zhang Han lightly, holding a mobile phone, pretending to send a WeChat message, and said softly: