Mo Xiuchen's speculation was quickly confirmed.
That night, Zhou Lin called him to let him know that Mo Zixuan had honestly forgotten about Wen Ran.
In the master bedroom, bathed in soft light, Mo Xiuchen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the large bed. He looked affectionately at the woman sleeping on the bed, and his heart was filled with warmth.
Zhou Lin's voice came over the phone, "Young Master Mo, I've told you everything that I know."
Mo Xiuchen's profound gaze was filled with tenderness, but the words that came out from his lips were cool and clear. "Mmm. I'll handle your visa, as per our previous agreement. Within, a week at the most, Xiao Wenqing won't be able to bother you once you leave the country."
"Thank you, Young Master Mo."
Mo Xiuchen responded indifferently and was about to hang up when Zhou Lin hesitantly said, "Young Master Mo, can I ask you one more thing?"
"What is it?"
