Mo Zishuang stared at the monitor for a long time, taking in all the situations on the field, her aura as cold as snow, enveloping the entire surveillance room with her anger!
Lan Siming didn't dare to make a sound, cautiously shrinking back, watching the situation on the screen together...
Only to see Gu Tong, after handling everything, lying comfortably on a piece of open land, holding a tracking device in her palm, with a faint smile on her lips.
She suddenly looked back, glanced at the monitor hanging on the tree, and made a victory sign!
Lan Siming shivered in his heart, hurriedly starting to observe Mo Zishuang's expression, internally cursing Gu Tong a hundred times, knowing you won, can't you just not show off...
"Um... she might be tired... doing some joint exercises... this..."
Lan Siming wanted to say something more, but what Gu Tong did in the monitor made him fall silent again.
