When their intimacy reached its depth, Chi Huan suddenly remembered something. Her half-closed eyes were a bit hazy as she asked in a low voice, "Mo Shiqian."
"Speak."
"Telling your chairman... that 'money can't buy me' was a bit too shameless, wasn't it?"
When she said that, she wasn't very confident, but there was no help for it; she had to put on a brave front.
"Money?" He chuckled softly, his voice coming from deep within his throat, his thin lips pressing against her blushing ones, his hot breath on her skin, and he murmured hoarsely, "What's money worth?"
......
Just as Mo Shiqian had said, the Lawrence Family wouldn't give up easily.
Mo Shiqian's stance was clear and tough. His willingness to accept the position of president didn't mean he was desperate for it. It was difficult to take action against him, and even Chi Huan knew that if another move were made, it would definitely target her.
