Kasper Edith's eyes flashed with emotion, "Can you get her photo?"
Oliver Palmer shook his head, "No."
Turning slightly, Kasper Edith frowned and glanced at him, "It seems your work efficiency is getting worse."
Oliver Palmer shrugged lightly, "It's not that my efficiency is worsening, it's that your demands are getting higher."
Kasper Edith slightly lifted the corner of his lips, "Maybe."
Holding the milk cup, he leaned slightly forward, staring at the distant river view, his gaze paused slightly on the high-rise residential area diagonally opposite.
Three or four years ago, it was still a district of bungalows, and now it's already been demolished.
As he looked at the high-rise residences, a thought suddenly struck him.
"Let's go, let's take a look outside."
"Alright."
Oliver Palmer took the cup from his hand.
Kasper Edith nodded toward the high-rise residences, "There."
