A figure appeared in a luxurious office of the financial building.
A man in a red suit sat on a black leather sofa.
His hair was slightly long, and his facial features were exquisite and mysterious. The man was a perfect piece of art.
The man sat and exuded a demonic charm like a vixen. At the same time, he exuded a devilish intimidation one should never underestimate.
Beiming Yue lazily lifted his eyelids and looked at Murong Jing. He stood not far away with a deep and sharp gaze. He slowly said, "How is it? Had she thought it through?"
Murong Jing held her phone tightly and looked at Beiming Yue with a troubled expression. She said carefully, "Sect Master. Shi Qian doesn't have the time. I really can't think of a way to get her out."
Beiming Yue looked at her and said coldly, "You mean that after so long, you still haven't come up with a solution?!"
