Li Mutian slightly swirled his wine glass, his eyes focusing on the liquid inside, with a slight flicker, he said, "Don't worry, I didn't read the contents of the file, nor did I open the package. Though I'm somewhat curious, I'm more intrigued by why that person would choose to have this sent to you, yet mail the package to me. Isn't this redundant?"
After speaking, Li Mutian took a sip of whiskey.
Li Mutian's words caused Li Muxing to furrow his brows even tighter. Just now, Li Muxing was pondering the same question. That's exactly why, when he heard from Li Mutian that there was a note left inside the package, clearly stating the file was meant for him, he wondered why the mysterious person didn't directly send the package to him as the consignee?
No matter how he looked at it, Li Muxing found the explanation incomprehensible. There was even a sense that a simple matter became complicated.
Li Muxing cast a deep glance at Li Mutian, then proceeded to open the file.
