Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes narrowed slightly, his voice deepening, "You don't know either?"
"Mr. President, I was just pondering how to tell you," he replied.
Frightened by the authority in his tone, Secretary Wu blurted out the explanation.
"Just tell me the truth."
Mo Xiuchen leaned forward and stretched out his hand to take the teapot from the coffee table.
Seeing this, Secretary Wu immediately reached out and took the teapot before him, "Mr. President, let me refill your water for you."
"Hmm."
Mo Xiuchen reclined against the sofa again, his eyes seemingly calm and indifferent, but they were filled with keen observation and scrutiny.
After pouring the water, Secretary Wu put back the teapot on the coffee table, straightened her body and then replied, "Mr. President, here is the thing.
A few months ago, you entrusted the position of president to your half-brother Mo Zixuan, who might not have been popular.
