No one had expected Luo Tao to have such a job. Their impression was that, even though he was good-looking, he was still an ignorant thug who knew only about fighting and brawling.
As for where this impression came from, in Mo Lian's company, it was naturally Mo Lian herself who had told them about it, while Hong Jing's executives learned about it from rumors.
"How is that possible?" Mo Lian's sharp voice made everyone feel a little uncomfortable.
"How can a good-for-nothing who only knows how to fight and get incarcerated, who can only rely on his wife to support him, know how to translate? Mo Yan, you're not just saying that to put up a facade, are you?"
Mo Lian had long lost her rationality due to Mo Yan's sweet appearance. She blurted out everything that was on her mind. In the end, she did not forget to question the authenticity of Mo Yan's words.
