In the president's office on the 101st floor of the Mo Group, Mo Qizong looked at the WeChat message sent by Xie Daoxuan and fell into deep thought, his eyes were deep and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Oh, old dog?"

"Ten thousand and one?"

"What kind of underwear is this? It's only worth one piece. Is it made of paper?"

"What a mess this is!"

The phone fell upside down on the table with a "bang", and Mo Qizong's heart couldn't ...