Mo Wen lowered his head; his facial expression turned ghastly. Indeed, the reason why he really wanted to help Mo Qingge was merely because he wanted to make up for the regret he had. Often, he subconsciously treated the girl before him as his sister, since she looked like the spitting image of his sister, whom he relied upon for life. But in reality, she wasn't his sister.
If she was unwilling to accept his help, all of his deliberation and preparations were merely one-sided.
Looking at Mo Wen, who remained silent, Mo Qingge smiled.
"My contact information is on there."
For a moment, everything seemed to fade into the shade as her smile seemed that it could overthrow a city. It was a rare occasion to witness the smile of such a calm lady.
