C729 A Disaster

"Morning, deputy editor."

"Good morning." Sixin's voice was soft and soft. Jingshu instinctively felt disgusted when she heard it, "Say, what is it?"

"This matter, this matter..." Sixin's side was stuttering as she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

"Just say what you want to say. Don't beat around the bush." He had already called her. What else could she be up to?

"Deputy Editor