From behind his desk, Mo Zixuan, engrossed in documents, raised his handsome face and looked indifferently at Xiao Wenqing. "Get married on your own if you want to, I have a lot of work to do, don't bother me."
Xiao Wenqing's face alternated between pale and flushed. Despite all her sweet words and logical arguments, her son was adamantly against accepting Zhou Lin.
The most he could do was to maintain the current relationship.
Allowing her to live in the Mo family was already his biggest concession and tolerance.
"Don't think I don't know, you've never forgotten that little slut, Wen Ran, in your heart. Zixuan, I warn you now, if you don't agree to marry Zhou Lin, I will make Wen Ran disappear from this world, so you will never see her again!"
Xiao Wenqing's harsh words and cold gaze left the air in the office suddenly stagnant.
