Would you like lemon tea, lemonade, or plain water?
"Lemon tea, thank you."
The waiter smiled and withdrew.
Ye Ningwan continued to look down at her phone, searching for information about Li Mochuan on the screen, but to her surprise, the result was a 404 error.
Ye Ningwan remained silent.
Who exactly is Li Mochuan? Why does even a Baidu search result show a 404 error?
Naturally, given Ye Ningwan's abilities, she had hacked into the Archives Administration's backend to investigate Li Mochuan. However, Li Mochuan was an SSS-level classified file, which used a separate network that even Ye Ningwan couldn't penetrate.
Left with no other option, she could only try to find out about Li Mochuan through underworld channels.
Putting away her phone, Ye Ningwan muttered to herself listlessly.
"Just who is Li Mochuan? He's at the same level of secrecy as me!"
"What bad luck!"
Ye Ningwan was in a bad mood when suddenly a figure casually sat down in the chair opposite her.
"Miss, would you do me the honor of having a drink? I have a 1982 Lafite, a 1987 Romanée-Conti, and a 1969 Royal Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon. I wonder which flavor of red wine you prefer?"
Upon hearing the arrogant voice, Ye Ningwan lifted her eyelids and glanced sideways at the person opposite her.
Sitting opposite me was a young gentleman dressed in a red and black British-style plaid suit, his hair slicked back, revealing a shiny, broad forehead.
He was as skinny as a monkey, and the originally crisp suit looked a bit too big on him, making him look like a minor child wearing an adult's clothes.
The young nobleman thought himself very dashing and debonair. He leaned back slightly, with three of the four legs of the stool dangling in the air and the other leg wobbling. Just like the unreliable person in front of him.
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