"I'm not sure, I just heard that Mo Xiuchen is planning to organise a wedding ceremony for Wen Ran."
Mo Zixuan pursed his lips, his tone somewhat cold.
His hands, resting at his side, slowly tightened into fists. Mo Jingteng's gaze swept over his clenched fists and paused at his cold, hard-set facial features. "Zixuan, are you still unable to let go of Wen Ran?"
With a flicker in his eyes, Mo Zixuan avoided Mo Jingteng's piercing gaze. "Dad, I just want to manage the company well now. I haven't thought about anything else."
"What if I asked you to choose between the company and Wen Ran, which would you choose?"
It was as if Mo Jingteng did not hear his words, asking solemnly instead.
"Dad?"
Mo Zixuan looked at him with a mixture of confusion and surprise. Seeing his serious face, it didn't seem like he was lying. His heart began to beat wildly.
Wen Ran!
