"If it's not Muo Huangnian, that's good, of course. If you were Mo Shiche, our marriage would be a matter of course, because you love me and I love you. But it's not like that right now," she said with a tilt of her head and a laugh, her tone undecipherable, "You're Muo Huangnian."
The amnesiac Mo Shiche was not really Mo Shiche; he was Muo Huangnian after all.
Unable to tell who he really was—
He still wore a sarcastic smile, "Then as you wish."
Luo Qiangwei also smiled, looking at him, "What do you mean?"
"You know very well. If I am to marry you, I obviously can't be Muo Huangnian," Mo Shiche's eyes narrowed slightly, his finger lightly tracing her cheek, "Moreover, Senior Madame Mo is transferring her shares to me, and they would only be transferred to Mo Shiche's name. Then, I might just fulfill your wish—transform back into Mo Shiche."
She blinked, her smile not reaching the depths of her eyes, "Is that so? So, who do you think you are?"
