The office of the vice-director of the Milky Way.
Yin Qin rose from his office chair and walked towards the floor-length window, lighting up a cigarette.
Everyone in the world thought Mu Cidian was a scumbag, probably only he understood Mu Cidian's feelings.
What Mu Cidian did was precisely what he was about to do.
And the purpose of doing so, they both knew all too well.
He finished his cigarette and picked up the phone again.
Mu Cidian sat in his office, dealing with some matters at hand.
In this past week, the outside world had been buzzing with news, questioning him more and more, but he still went to work every day facing the strange looks from the company's staff, still participated in every major and minor meeting held by the group, regardless of how people viewed him. Even Xin Zaozao couldn't figure out what Mu Cidian was planning, what he was actually doing.
Mu Cidian eyed the incoming call from Yin Qin, picking it up, "Yin Qin."