Jian Dan looked at Qiu Zimo with a bit of disbelief.
In Jian Dan's heart, Qiu Zimo was just like Uncle, equally omnipotent.
Could it really be that she needed her help?
"Sister, is there really something I can help with?" What kind of task could it be?
"Is it that strange?" She's not all-powerful, after all.
"Yeah!" Jian Dan nodded her head honestly.
"Can you do it?"
"You have to tell me what it is first, right? Otherwise, how can I know if I can help sister out?"
This process of explanation, this drawn-out process, really didn't suit Qiu Zimo.
So Qiu Zimo simply switched on the video call feature on her phone, letting Yun explain to Jian Dan.
The video showed a girl in a sleek black suit with short, neat hair, but her features were astonishingly delicate.
"Miss Jian Dan, hello, I'm an underling of Little Mo Ye, you can call me Yun!" She started by introducing herself to Jian Dan.
Little Mo Ye? Is that a nickname for sister?
But why 'ye' then?
