"Remember, ten days' time!"
Mo Xiuchen's warning words fell, and he immediately hung up the phone.
Wen Ran looked at his frosty face, pursed her lips, and reached across the wide office desk to grasp Mo Xiuchen's hand.
The warmth from her palm transferred to Mo Xiuchen, and the frost on his face gradually faded as he said softly, "Ranran, this matter was Jiang Liu's doing, orchestrated by Shen Yuting."
"I heard, Mo Xiuchen."
She knew that if it had been anyone else, Mo Xiuchen would certainly not have let her off again and again. For Shen Yuting, his patience had already reached its limit.
Back then, when dealing with Cheng Jia, he hadn't shown a trace of mercy, even though Cheng Jia had taken meticulous care of him for two months while he was suffering from amnesia; he had never had any affection for her.
