C812 Most Moving Words

J. O. On the 39th floor, Mo Sheng stood at the window overlooking the city.

The cigarette between his fingers burned slowly. Smoke lingered in front of his eyes, blurring his vision.

He turned around unhurriedly, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and glanced up at the man on the computer screen. "I heard you have a son?"

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