Wen Yi opened his eyes and glanced at him, still pursing his lips, raising his feet and stepping on high heels and walked in. Even when the elevator door was closed, he solemnly bowed his head and said hello, “Mr. Mo.”
Mo Shichen chuckled a faint smile that was almost invisible, and hummed casually, which was regarded as a response to her.
Follow Wen Yi and stand on one side quietly.
The weather has recently turned cooler. Today, she wore a thin long suit of bone-toned silk with a pure white base, and the cuffs were rolled up. Underneath are wide-legged trousers of dark blue with no specific material close to black.
She is always neat, elegant and capable, from the clothes and skin to every strand of hair.
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