He knew her heart, knew she cared about the old man's feelings.
He frowned slightly but still said, "There was a bit of a problem with the report, so the results will be delayed by an hour."
A problem with the report?
Mi Shen's heart clenched fiercely, and for some reason, an ominous premonition rose from the bottom of her heart.
Not just Mi Shen, but the expressions of the others in the living room had also become unspeakably grave.
Molly raised an eyebrow and said, "What bad luck, how could there be a problem all of a sudden?"
As she said this, she gave Mi Shen a meaningful glance, clear triumph in her eyes.
Mi Shen pressed her lips together without speaking, her face unchanged, yet a fine sweat seeped from the palm of her hand.
Was it actually the report that had issues? Or had the results already come out, but not as Fengchang had wished?
Obviously, the other people had similar doubts, but none of them had openly asked.
