C88 Time Is Ripe

The time was ripe.

The computer on the desk was broadcasting the Jizhezhaodaihui, which was like a spring breeze.

Peichengyan leaned against the back of the chair. Her clear face and her everyday expression showed no ripples.

"Leele, it's time. What do you think?"

Leele at the side hurriedly nodded his head, "I will go now."

In the eyes of the onlookers