"I don't have time for idle chat with you now, I'm hanging up." Mo Xiuchen arrogantly stated, ready to end the call.
"Mo Xiuchen, don't be too hasty to hang up, we have something serious to talk to you." On the other end of the phone, Luo Haofeng, hearing that he wanted to hang up, immediately interjected to stop him.
Mo Xiuchen's narrowed eyes slightly squinted. In the midst of their conversation, he had already walked over to Wen Ran by the side of the road.
Seeing Qing Feng open the car door, he let go of Wen Ran's hand, using his gaze to hint her to get in the car. Wen Ran gave him a small smile and bent down to get in. Mo Xiuchen did not immediately follow, but instead stood tall by the car.
"What is it?"
His tone was slightly chilly, and his thin lips pressed out a trace of coldness. He had already resigned, so the company's matters had nothing to do with him anymore.
