“Come in.”
Mo Shichen opened the door and walked in.
She sat in a big chair, looked up at him, and asked whether it was out of concern or politeness, “Is there any progress?”
He was standing in front of her desk, his gloomy eyes staring at her face for an instant, and the tone of his mouth was very light, even as if carelessly, “She sent me a video.”
Wen Yi asked subconsciously, “What?”
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