After all, Muqing River is the son of Mujia. He did not directly participate in this matter, but became a chess piece in Mu Xun's hands. After all, his feeling of shame was not so deep. This time, the only thing he can't face up to is small words, but he vowed silently in his heart that as long as this thing is over, he will take good care of small words.

"So, are you ready?"

Mu Xun's face appeared on the screen of his laptop. He had a smile on his lips. The facilities behind him were very luxurious and luxurious. The famous paintings were quietly hung on the...