Urban Dark Lord

"Sir, you don't have an appointment and can’t enter. Really, you can’t go in," at this moment, the secretary outside Chu Zhaonan’s office suddenly blocked him.,Chu Zhaonan's brows slightly knitted together when he saw a familiar figure approaching. His face immediately lit up with a smile.,Wang Zheng lightly played with his sunglasses, then threw them onto Chu Zhaonan's desk and said, "Tyrannosaurus’ high-end custom-made sunglasses are indeed very good."。