He once said he liked to see her smile, so she had to do what he liked. That way, he would come back faster, wouldn't he.
"Sweet Sister, I think God wouldn't be so cruel," Luo Qiangwei's gentle voice blended into the night breeze, so close yet so far away, "I have lost him several times, and this time I have finally entered his heart... so He will give him back to me, right?"
"Yes, that's right," Tang Sitian nodded vigorously and embraced her tightly, "So Qiangwei, you must take good care of yourself... No matter where President Mo is, you must live well for him to be at peace."
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Three years later.
Mo Group Building.
An important Quarterly Meeting was being held in the top-floor conference room, with all staff above the managerial level present and preparing nervously.
The mahogany door was pushed open.
