The first time we met was in war-torn Afghanistan. At that time, she was a war correspondent. She stood at the scene of artillery bombardment with a capable look and her face remained unchanged, reporting on the casualties.
As an ambassador, he did not hesitate to take her away from the battlefield.
The second time they met, she assisted the police to sneak into the Chamber of Commerce Group, preparing to find out the behind-the-scenes transactions and make them public. Unexpectedly, she made a mistake and involved...
Standing on the top floor of the 288th floor, Mr. Mo looked down with red wine in hand, listening casually to the reports from his subordinates, and burst into laughter.
The moment when the fog is layer upon layer is the time when we meet each other. The day when the fog is lifted is the day when we feel calm. You and I are both worldly people. It just so happens that when one of us grows old, we just have to be single-minded.
But when all is revealed, where will we go?