C702 You Think I Don't Know What You're Thinking

The two of them busied themselves all the way until midnight. Meng Wanchu had written about twenty pages of the notebook in her hands. The pages were densely packed.

It was like a student who had taken notes while he was a student.

Gu Hanchen finished dealing with the documents in his hands. He looked at his watch and looked at Meng Wanchu who was opposite him