Song Weiqing looked at the dark dark dark pupils in front of him, and the smile on the corners of his mouth deepened gradually.

"Thank you, Mian. Thank you for believing me."

Hawthorne also believed in her, that's all.

Song Weiqing covered her face with both hands, seemingly emotional, but in fact, she was afraid that Huo Miao could see her inner ninety-nine.

Her calculations, her tasks, will soon be completed.

As long as Hawthorne is brought to that place, everything will be successful.

At this point, the door was opened and a lazy but arrogant voice came in.

"By the way, thank you. I also believe in you, Major...