"Dad, don't be angry!"
Mo Zixuan's face changed, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but quickly disappeared.
He took out some medicine for Mo Jingteng and put it in his mouth, then looked at Mo Xiuchen indifferently and said, "If you don't want dad to die from anger, watch your words."
"Ranran, let's go."
Mo Xiuchen's eyes turned cold as they swept over Mo Zixuan. Grasping Wen Ran's hand, they strode into the company.
"Xiuchen, don't argue with the chairman because of me."
Upon entering the office, Wen Ran spoke softly.
She feared that Mo Jingteng would really die from anger one day. Regardless of how much Mo Xiuchen appeared to hate him, deep down, he still had a trace of father-son affection for him.
Her concern was not over Mo Jingteng's death, but about Xiuchen being upset.
Mo Xiuchen understood Wen Ran's thoughts. He gave a faint smile and said indifferently, "Ranran, don't worry about these matters. If he seeks you out, just let me know."
