C873 Chapter 873

Then he left.

The study was silent.

Only messages kept coming from the notebook.

Bo Qian sat on the chair with a complicated expression on his face.

He leaned back on the chair with a headache and pinched the veins on his forehead. The expression on his face was especially complicated.

Mu Shinian, Mu Shinian.

No matter what he was doing or how busy he was