The Sweet and Doting Wife of the Cold-Faced King of Hell

May is the most beautiful season of the year in Xijing. The temperature is suitable, the flowers are red and the willows are green, and the young ladies and young wives can't wait to put on their summer clothes, making the city that has been dark all winter bright again. During the lunch break, there was only one person in the office. The May sunshine shone through the blinds on the busy girl, casting a delicate and delicate silhouette on the floor. At this time, Tian Mi was staring at the computer screen intently, for fear of missing any useful information. After a while, he sighed softly and frowned. Apparently he found nothing, so he had to read the thin A4 paper at hand again. …