"Alright." When Fu Ying saw Mo Rao's aggrieved expression, he said helplessly, "Hurry home and rest. It's too late. Good night."
Mo Rao didn't expect Fu Ying to stop arguing with her. This made her feel like she had punched cotton.
She took a deep breath and turned to go home. After the door closed, Fu Ying also returned to his home.
Mo Rao hated the feeling of being sandwiched between two men. Moreover, these two men were both stubborn and persistent.
She wanted to take a shower and rest, but her phone rang.
It was Jiayi's secretary, Zhao Ying.
"President Mo, I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late at night." Zhao Ying sounded was hurried, as if she had encountered something big. "There's a problem with the company. A big business deal was stopped by the Shen family."
Mo Rao frowned slightly—it was the Shen family again.
