At the top of the MS Group Building.
The CEO's office is quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Mo Xiuchen leans his tall body into the high-end leather swivel chair, his large hand holding a mobile phone. He's not making calls, and he's not sending messages. He appears lost in thought, a faint trace of loneliness visible on his face.
His mind, devoid of past memories, isn't muddled, but rather conveys a profound solitude. His thoughts wandered back to the night before when he was with Wen Ran. He felt his mood swaying in harmony with her joy and his deep eyes unconsciously softened.
He didn't believe a word of what Mo Jingteng had said.
Unreasonably, he affirmed that Ranran would not betray him.
The look in her eyes, full of struggle and anguish, coupled with restrained fondness, how could she betray him?
That man named Qin Mu, he could tell, he did like Ranran. Beyond that, there was likely nothing more...
