A door once again sealed off two people into separate worlds.
Mo Siluo's gaze rested on the direction the woman had left, thoughtful; but behind the door, the woman's smile had faded, a hint of self-mockery flashing through her eyes.
One thinking, as long as she behaved, keeping her by his side forever was not objectionable; while the other thought, as long as he could let her go, what did temporary forbearance matter?
Mo Si'ai rushed to the company immediately after receiving Rong Xiya's call.
"The president is in the meeting room," Secretary Shen stood up and approached Mo Si'ai.
Mo Si'ai, however, glanced around and then asked, "Where is that vixen Wen Wan?"
Secretary Shen immediately pointed toward the direction of the president's office: "Miss Wen's desk is in there."
Mo Si'ai, upon hearing this, became even more infuriated and stormed into Mo Siluo's office like a whirlwind. Secretary Shen gestured to the assistant and then immediately followed in.
"Wen Wan!"
