The next day, Mo Zixuan made the headlines of the entertainment news.
As Wen Ran came downstairs, she saw Mo Xiuchen sitting in the living room, taking a call. His tall body leaning against the sofa; his long legs casually crossed; his hand holding a newspaper, placed on his crossed legs.
A ray of golden light streamed through the half-opened window, casting a glow on the left side of his already handsome face, giving it a dazzling aura.
He didn't seem aware of it, his brows relaxed as he spoke on the phone.
Wen Ran stood on the stairs, watching him for a moment, mesmerised.
When she looked up, Mo Xiuchen saw Wen Ran standing on the stairs. As he met her gentle gaze, his voice paused. In his ear, Luo Haofeng's cheerful voice came, "Mo Xiuchen, does this count as avenging Wen Ran? If Mo Zixuan wants to stay in the company, let's make him the laughing stock of the entire company."
"Mo Xiuchen..."
