Uncle Bai personally delivered the information, and the information was packed in a special file bag, and was placed neatly on a purple gold sandalwood table.

He reached out with one hand, picked up the file bag, opened it, and pulled out the information inside.

The page turn speed is very fast, and it is not an exaggeration to see ten lines at a glance.

Bang-

The information fell on the table, slid to the edge, and finally dropped to the ground with a thunderous sound.

On the top page, it clearly reads - Song Chuzheng.

"The Song family is very capable."

The man's pleasant voice sounded, a little careless and lazy, and he could not hear joy or anger.

Uncle Bai looked to the side.

The man sat on the table, wearing only a thin sweater and simple casual pants.

One leg was placed on the table, one leg was hanging on the edge of the table, without shoes.

He placed his right hand on his bent knees, and played with a string of Buddhist beads between his white and slender fingers. The Buddhist beads were smooth and often played with.

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

The man slid Buddhist beads one by one, and after a long time, he spoke out: "Let's do it first."

The sound is clear and light, and it still has a sense of laziness, which sounds very textured, nice and pleasant.

Uncle Bai understands the subtext of a man.

This will not move in advance.

"Where is Miss Song?"

The man landed barefoot on the ground, and his casual pants fell down, some of which were long and could cover his instep.

Upward are straight and slender legs.

He stepped on the wooden floor and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, softening in the rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, like a boneless one.

The rocking chair swayed creakingly.

"As usual."
Chapter completed!