When the door was knocked, Dua came in and stepped on the pencil that had fallen on the ground. She bent down and picked up the pencil. She went to the corner of the table and picked up the pencil holder and other materials and put them on Ding Yi's desk.

"Sorry, I didn't control my mood." Ding Yi supported his head with his hands and rubbed his temples, revealing his tiredness in his tone.

Dua sat down and took out a recording pen. "Yesterday Shuibei came to me."

"Is it?" Ding Yiqiang looked at her energetically. "Did you meet by chance?"

Dua shook her head. "She wanted us all...