65-Meter Train
Next to the gym was the hotel's small meeting room. Lin Mo pushed open the door and went in. The tables and chairs inside were neatly arranged, and in the corner stood two projectors and several unopened boxes of printing paper and pens.
“These can be used too, and they’re ergonomic chairs.”
She raised her wrist slightly, and pale silver particles swept over, storing the tables, chairs, projectors, and paper in the fourth floor of the train.
At that moment, Lu Yiren on the train was standing on the stairs, looking at the fitness equipment Lin Mo had stored downstairs. Her brows furrowed, and her tone carried a hint of disapproval:
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