Clubhouse 1997.
Mu Sihan stared at the unresponsive WeChat dialog box. Finally, he moved his fingers and typed out a symbol: ?
He wanted to ask that woman what she meant.
Clicked and sent.
A line of words popped up in the dialog box: The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.
? ? ?
Mu Sihan was usually busy at work and did not have many friends in WeChat. He could not fully understand what this function meant.
But from his expression, it was apparent he was not feeling that good.
Lan Yanzhi was in the room, rubbing the calf kicked by Mu Sihan. Suddenly there was a loud bang. The heavy door of the room was kicked open fiercely and nearly broke off at the hinges.
The people in the room jumped in shock and looked over at the doorway.
