C74 I'll Take You Home

In the office, the crisp sound of a keyboard mixed with the sound of pages flipping, the two lowered their heads silently, seemingly very busy.

Gao Zhuanghu did indeed trust Mu Qing. He had been lowering his head to do his work and did not see if she was tampering with it.

Perhaps it was because those documents were not important and there was nothing to worry about