C50 Six Years Later

Six years later.

Ting Cheng International Building.

"Tingjun, are you really not going tonight?" Shao Mingyu, who was lying on the sofa, asked the person who was busy working.

Six years had passed, and Mo Tingjun had become more indifferent than before. He was even more unreasonable. No one could get a smile from him.

"Shao Mingyu, this is not your refuge. Your dad will call me next time