"Siluo." Zhuang Furong stared with eyes wide in disbelief.
Mo Siluo had just turned around but was stopped again by Zhuang Furong, her eyes filled with a hint of pleading, "Siluo, don't go."
"I thought I had made myself very clear." Mo Siluo frowned.
"But if you go, what am I supposed to do? Do you want me to become the laughingstock of the entire city?" Zhuang Furong said with a self-mocking sneer, questioning the man.
"Don't worry, I'll divert the public's attention, you don't need to do anything." Mo Siluo of course knew that calling off the engagement between the Mo and Zhuang families would inevitably cause fluctuations in the company's stock price.
Zhuang Furong clutched at Mo Siluo's sleeve, unwilling to let go, "Are you really not going to reconsider?
"Sorry." That was all Mo Siluo could say.
"But we had an agreement." Zhuang Furong reminded him unwillingly.
