"No, I've already set it up. As soon as he moves, I can immediately pinpoint the location, and I'll receive the information right away."
"As expected of my brother, you're amazing."
Momo gave Mo Ziye a thumbs-up, praising him.
Only to get a light snort from Mo Ziye, "Call me 'brother' in the future, and I guarantee you'll be even happier than you are now."
"You've been dreaming for over twenty years, still not waking up," Momo said with amusement.
"I'll let it slide this time, but next time you need my help, remember to call me 'brother.'
Mo Ziye stood up from the sofa and glanced at Feng Yize, who had returned with Momo and had been quietly standing by, listening to their conversation.
He thought that guy wasn't just being polite and quiet but rather lost in thought, who knows what he was thinking about.
Sleeping in late was Wen Qinghuan's hobby.
On Saturdays, she didn't have to go to the pharmaceutical factory to work, so she let herself sleep in naturally.
