The following day.
Before Mo Qiansu took the Little Demon King to kindergarten, a servant received an email and handed it to her immediately, "Miss Mo, you have an encrypted document."
"Alright, thank you."
Mo Qiansu took it, tore it open, and pulled out the document inside. Upon seeing the content and the signature at the end of the document, her hand clutching the paper began to tremble uncontrollably.
She hadn't slept all night, and her complexion was already poor, now suddenly as pale as paper.
"Miss Mo, are you alright?" the servant asked nervously, noticing her odd complexion.
"Mommy?! Mommy, what's wrong?!" The Little Demon King, craning his little head, also shook his mommy's arm anxiously.
Mo Qiansu snapped back to her senses and pretended to be calm, "No, it's nothing."
