Misty Cloud Translations

  Misty Cloud Translations

  Sima You Yue watched Wu Lingyu’s receding back. Why did it felt that he was escaping?

  Before she could knock on the door, the vice-president’s voice transmitted.

  “Enter.”


  Sima You Yue pushed the door in. She observed a spacious office with only a huge bookshelf and a set of office desk with several chairs beside it. Simple furnishings made the room more spacious.

  A white haired old man sat behind ..