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"Hey, will you just say something? It's always like this!" Rong Zifeng was nearly losing his mind, "You're a great philanthropist, that's true, and it's fine if you want to support orphans, but is it really necessary to bring them home? By the way, your net worth hasn't dropped, it's gone up all the way, but that shouldn't be your goal, right? Are you just trying to create a perfect image for the public?"
"Okay, I won't ask anymore." Rong Zifeng knew that pressing further would lead to no real answers, so he simply gave up.
After Rong Zifeng left, Mo Siluo shifted his gaze toward the large French window. In fact, even he couldn't clearly explain why he adopted Yaoyao. He only knew that Yaoyao was very cute at that time, she would pick out the celery from her bowl and place it on the table, her slightly pouted expression was very adorable; she hid alone in the corner, resting her cheek in her hand and looking sullen, that was quite cute; she...
