C25 Mu Wenshu What Are You Doing

Qingli heaved a sigh of relief and leaned back in the chair, blinking her dry and sore eyes.

Once she relaxed, the feeling of hunger rushed over anxiously.

Qingli turned her wrist and it was already 11: 30.

Her fingers unhurriedly pressed on the white tabletop, "Da Da Da."

Closing the table full of documents, Qingli got up, grabbed her bag and walked out