"Do you know the consequences of not calling this phone?" Mo Zhengyan drinks and asks, but she makes her anxious in her heart.

"Consequences?" Song Qiyue laughed, "It's the same, no difference."

"How many times do you want to be foolish in July of Song Dynasty? You don't understand such a simple principle of existence!" Mo Zhengyan watched her.

"You mean, if I quit this project on my own initiative, maybe I'll always take credit for it and sell me a face?" Song answered in July, and she smiled. "Maybe so. After all, I've contributed a lot. Project integration is my first priority, and Sun's capital injection is also mine....