"Humph!"
Xu Mo snorted coldly.
"I've come to give you something." The little fat man took out a notebook from the briefcase in his hand and carefully placed it on the desk. "This is what our boss asked me to hand over to you before he left."
"What is this?" Xu Mo casually picked it up, but when he saw the familiar handwriting on the notebook, his eyes instantly welled up with tears. "This... is Rebirth's handwriting?"
"Yeah! It's worth a lot, don't lose it."
"I won't, I won't." Xu Mo held it like a treasure in his arms, even kissing the notebook.
"Ugh..." The little fat man retreated a step in disdain. "You overseas-returned folks are really gross, doing something like this. If you're really lonely, let me take you to find a woman for some fun."
Xu Mo rolled his eyes at him, with unmistakable contempt in his gaze.
"What do you know? I ask you, what do you know?"
