Li Yaqing was also a shrewd woman, catching the hesitation in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, she pressed on while the iron was hot, "Mo General, our **Weekly is not an ordinary media agency, not only…"
"Xiuchen!"
Li Yaqing's words were not finished when they were interrupted by the soft call of Wen Ran, who had approached from behind Mo Xiuchen.
Wen Ran did not directly stop Li Yaqing from continuing, she just called out Mo Xiuchen's name, but such a soft call immediately made Mo Xiuchen turn around, and Li Yaqing's words lost all meaning to continue.
"Ranran."
When Mo Xiuchen turned around to look at Wen Ran, the deep chill in his eyes thawed in an instant, blossoming into spring warmth, with tenderness diffusing softly.
Even without seeing his face, Li Yaqing could feel the sudden warmth emanating from Mo Xiuchen, his 'Ranran' seemed to be imbued with a lifetime of affection, tender and indulgent.
She listened, feeling envious.
