C42 The Last Gift

"Got it, I'll be right there. " Mo Tingjun could not care less about his thoughts being disturbed by Xia Miqing. He took his coat and walked out.

On the coffee table in the living room, the account book was placed on the document bag that Xia Miqing had brought. Mo Tingjun bent over and picked up the account book. When he got up, he accidentally swept the document bag onto the ground