The room was quite spacious, with a layout of two bedrooms and one living room. The ventilation and sunlight were good, but due to the heavy rain in recent days, the air was muggy and humid, with a stale and decaying smell.
Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing sat on the sofa, both almost in sync, with their legs crossed, drinking oolong tea, and after the first sip of hot tea, they both frowned with extreme disgust.
This taste... They would rather have a glass of plain water.
K, or "Kai Ge" as the young man referred to him, was sitting on the single sofa at that moment, with a similar impression to the previous two meetings - a serious expression, clearly lacking a sense of humor. Words like serious, cautious, and rigid were almost synonymous with him, affecting those around him as well.
Three people stood behind him, including the young man who had brought them earlier.
