Mo Shiqian's handsome face remained composed, showing no ripples of emotion. He heard the words but did not express his stance, merely narrowing his eyes slightly as he turned to look at the now dark sea and said lightly, "Bring Mo Shichen back to Paris."
Wen Yi watched his profile.
The side profiles of these two brothers were eighty-five percent similar, though their full faces only bore a thirty percent resemblance.
She raised her hand to her brow, not surprised because she had anticipated this to some extent, but even so, she held her cheek and laughed, "I really don't know if Father underestimated you or underestimated Chi Huan..."
The topic changed slightly, and her tone became ethereal and faded, "Bringing him back to Paris, can you use force if necessary?"
"..."
Mo Shiqian looked at her expressionlessly, "If you can keep him tied down for a lifetime with force, then go ahead and tie him."
