"Thank you. I'll deal with it next."

Quickly, there was a telephone cut-in, and Mu Chudi did not talk to Lu Yan for much longer.

Tomorrow is the news conference of Hodgson Group. Mu Chudi has a lot to do. She hasn't had a rest all day and night.

Even though she was tired, she was full of energy at the thought of Huo Miao.

On the other side, someone whose phone is hung up looks very ugly.

The eyes of peach blossoms are darker and darker, and the pupils are thicker and thicker, like scattered ink.

A light smile hanging from the corners of the mouth is stiff, the...