When Mu Xiaoqi returned to his bedroom, he did not see the night. He was still busy in his study, so he went to his study and knocked on the door carefully.

"Come in." After hearing the voice of the night, Mu Xiaoqi opened the door and went in.

There's only one person left in the study at the moment, and there's a familiar smell of wood in the room.

He was sitting steadily behind a pile of papers, invisible, but still on the phone, holding a pen and scratching something on a piece of paper.

The deep outline is hidden in the yellowish light of the room, which makes...