Mo Shiqian's lips curled into a thin sneer, "Even so, on what grounds do you have the confidence to tell me no... I want you now, what can you do? Jump down from here like a paragon of chastity and integrity, hmm? If you really want to jump, I'll give you the opportunity."
She was shocked again.
She understood, of course, she did, the so-called 'things change, people change,' the so-called 'times have changed.'
The Mo Shiqian of today, he had become the enigmatic President of Clod—Summer that the entire western finance world tries but fails to learn even a little about. He never appeared under any media spotlight, never accepted any interviews, and never let slip any personal information.
All that was connected to him seemed to be mere rumors.
Chi Huan looked at his face, still handsome... or perhaps because it was tinged with a certain kind of cold arrogance unique to those in high positions, it appeared even more handsome, and it was the face she missed.
