My colleague looked Yu Qing up and down with a glance, those shoes, no more than three or four hundred yuan.,Zhang Xiaochu's desk was piled high with labor contracts. She shrugged helplessly, "The supervisor asked me to work overtime. I just want to finish these quickly and go get my eyelashes done." "You go ahead, don't delay someone viewing the house," she added.,Just now, Qian Cheng was so engrossed in the phone call that he ran several times to catch up. His pace lagged behind Qian Cheng's every step.。