Chapter 270 Mu Xitong’s Identity

• Lu Zhanting watched Mu Xitong, who was sleeping soundly, as he kissed her forehead tenderly. He wasn’t able to extricate himself from her, just like a poppy flower.
• Everything was quiet and peaceful on Lu Zhanting and Mu Xitong’s side. The scene was filled with warmness.
• It was not the case on the other side. At the moment, in an antique-looking study room which was full of the director’s love for painting and calligraphy, a middle-aged man was sitting by his study table looking through a stack of black and white documents. There were many paintings and calligraphies in the study room. All of them looked very valuable.