C144 She's Working Overtime and That's When She's Fighting with Death for Business

The day is still clear, but the wind blows in the middle of the night. Mingli flipped through Luo Xi's design and inadvertently glanced out of the window. Summer nights were usually late. Sometimes, the sky was not dyed in ink at six or seven o'clock. At this moment, it was suddenly dark and depressing, making people feel uncomfortable