The air in the corridor seemed to have been sucked away.
Mu Shaochen's lips were tightly pursed, his cold, stately figure frozen in place.
Having read the message from Qin Wan twice, he was about to compose a reply when Su Zhicheng's voice came from the elevator a few meters away, "Shaocheng."
Mu Shaochen's emotions at the bottom of his eyes withdrew.
Turning his head, he looked at Su Zhicheng approaching him.
"How is Grandma Mu doing?"
Having approached closer, Su Zhicheng asked with concern.
"Still the same."
Mu Shaochen's tone was cool, emanating an air of indifference.
Su Zhicheng's eyes drooped slightly, asking, "Did you have the post taken down online?"
"What post?"
Mu Shaochen's indifferent brow arched.
Su Zhicheng's already frustrated face darkened a touch.
His voice also carried a hint of harshness, "Shaocheng, we've known each other for so many years. Is there really a need for this?"
"Need for what?"
