Even though Leng Qinghan couldn't accept such a man as her husband, she admired their ability to get things done.
"Are we not friends now?"
"Of course we are." Leng Qinghan smiled, "When the opportunity arises, I will discuss it with my father to pull some strings for you. May it pave the way for Mr. Mo's presidential journey!"
"I appreciate your help, Miss Leng!" said Mo Sichen.
Soon after Leng Qinghan's departure, Mo Sichen stood on the garden path, gazing in the direction she'd left. The smile in his eyes was gradually swept away by the wind.
Stepping off the path, he saw Ling Xiche standing at the entrance, and was momentarily startled, "Mr. Che."
"You've been talking with my fiancee for quite a while, and you seemed to be enjoying yourself," Che's gaze was icy cold.
Some say the old man's two grandsons, Cheng Yanzhi and Ling Xiche, Cheng Yanzhi is aloof while Ling Xiche is approachable.
Not really!
