Mo Shiche halted, a flash of surprise and joy flickering in his dark eyes, even though it was swiftly concealed, it still lingered.
His lips curled into a smile, softening his usually cold facial features, "You've agreed to marry me?"
"I have no choice; I must protect the Mo Group, and indeed, I need you," she said lazily, squinting her eyes with a hint of a smile, "Besides, with a face like yours, it could only be you who won."
Mo Shiche leaned in close to her, kissing her naturally, "Decided to get on well with me, hmm?"
"If we're married... we should get along well... Ah."
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It was twelve o'clock.
Luo Qiangwei went upstairs to take a shower, and when she came out, she received a call from Liansu.
"Miss Luo, we've cleared up the milk incident. It was Yian Group's fault. They used expired additives in the production process, which led to the poisoning."
She was momentarily stunned, then replied, "Okay, I understand. I'll talk to Yian Song..."
