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The sound of rain had always been pitter-pattering, but it created a different kind of noise as it fell on the umbrella.
Mo Shiqian heard this sound, then turned to stand beside the man who was almost as tall as him next to the car.
Not much time had passed, but Mou Xigu seemed to have changed a lot.
There was an added layer of cold indifference in his bones, yet his face seemed increasingly gentle and detached, becoming more and more like a cool and graceful nobleman.
Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded lightly, and spoke in a mild voice, "Mr. Mou."
Mou Xigu replied with a light smile, "Mr. Mo."
Chi Huan also gave him a polite but perfunctory smile.
Although she didn't know why Mou Xigu appeared at the dinner that was meant to be an exclusive invitation for the Lawrence Family, she didn't ask more at this moment.
Mo Shiqian held the umbrella with one hand while wrapping the other around Chi Huan's waist as the two walked ahead.
