Wei Lou sat opposite her and watched the girl play with the computer as he took a sip of the coffee and leaned back leisurely. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were half-squinted as he asked in a low voice, "Is the hammer here?"
Qiao Nian opened the email with her fair hand and finished reading it at a glance.
She curled her lips and smiled lazily, then gave him a look and said arrogantly, "Ah, Thor's Hammer."
Wei Lou was stunned. He knew what was going on as he looked at her exquisite and eye-catching face. He immediately shrugged and mourned for Jiang Xianrou for three seconds. "Then, aren't you going to hammer her into a pit?"
Qiao Nian had long lowered her head to do the editing.
Her eyes were cold.
Although she did not say it out loud, she knew what she was doing.
If she threw this hammer, Jiang Xianrou would most likely die.
Seeing that she was quiet, Wei Lou smiled and said, "Oh, I forgot to remind you.
