Just Let the Song End, No Need for People to Disperse

That day, several thin pages of information were placed on Mo Yuan's desk. He flipped through a few pages lazily, and the movement of his fingertips stopped. Ge Mulan, Ge Mulan, the person who had abandoned him appeared? Mo Yuan sneered, ruthlessly tore off the page with the girl's name on it, picked up the phone and dialed, "Cast, fly to G City tomorrow to take over G Bank." After saying that, he ignored the doubtful voice on the other end of the phone. He looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. The sunshine today seemed to be the same as that day. The refracted light hit him impartially, like a sharp sword, hitting his heart...