The ancient beauty of the Mo Family mansion, which had been accumulated over hundreds of years, was a sight to behold.
"President Mo, this is Nian Xiaomu's personal information." The butler, who was impeccably dressed, placed a document in front of Mo Qian.
He then respectfully retreated to a corner.
Mo Qian was sitting on a mahogany sofa that had exquisite workmanship. Even at home, he sat especially upright.
His every movement carried the air of an influential figure.
He reached out for the document in front of him and scanned through it, his brows furrowing unconsciously.
"Everything about her before she was twenty is empty?"
