In the elevator of Jinhuan Grand Hotel, Mo Nanjue took out his phone, and the text sent by Rong Qin was displayed on the screen without missing a word, a simple two words: Done.
The recipient was a private phone number from Jinhai City, most likely just someone responsible for contacting her.
The man's lips curled into a cold smirk, and he raised his hand to press the button for the first floor.
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Meanwhile.
South Africa.
In the golden villa, Luo Xiao was preparing dinner in the restaurant.
The dining table covered with a dark blue tablecloth was filled with a variety of Chinese cuisine, braised fish, lion's head meatballs, beer duck, vermicelli pot...
Everything was there.
Meng Yao stood beside occasionally helping out; she hadn't expected that Luo Xiao could actually cook such good food.
