When Mo Shaoting walked out of the room, he was refreshed. Even if he hadn't closed his eyes properly for a night, he would have nothing else to do as long as he saw the cold reading.

Those tired, those uneasy, those about to lose, for him, it turned into a minute-by-minute treasure.

Leng Nian pulled the clothes in front of her body and took a bath. Her long hair was dripping with water. Mo Shaoting walked over and said, "Why don't your hair dry? Do you want me to help you?

He opens his mouth indifferently, but it's too late for him to avoid his approach. He has steadily...