C390 Clawing

When she came to the M.S. again, Xi Meng was not in a good mood.

Under the guidance of the front desk, she once again arrived at the living room on the ninety-eighth floor.

This time, she was the only one waiting for Mu Si.

The living room's automatic door opened and Mu Si walked in.

Mu Si was wearing a light gray suit today. His mannequin figure was still as tall and slim as yesterday