Unfortunately, before this person appeared, Zhao Moxuan reminded himself that it was time to get married.
"I am free tomorrow as well, so let's have lunch then and finalize the marriage," he said.
"Great! I love you so much!"
Only Zhao Moxuan himself knew that the person he loved was not actually Pei Qingqing.
It was the inheritance that he needed to secure.
If he were with Pei Qingqing, the empire built by her father would eventually be his.
Pei Zhiyao was about to lose his influence, and the real power of the company was already in Zhao Moxuan's hands.
He didn't believe that he would still have nothing after getting Pei Qingqing.
The shrewdness in his eyes seemed as if it was about to burst forth.
It, along with a trail of intense light, fell upon Pei Qingqing's figure.
Suddenly, Pei Qingqing lowered her gaze and muttered,
