As the words fell, a trace of coldness flashed in Mo Chuxi's eyes.
Seeing him silent, Xiao Yiran's arrogance grew even more rampant.
"Who would have thought that Young Master Mo, the chief CEO of a multinational corporation, would ultimately fall at the hands of a woman, tsk tsk..."
Xiao Yiran sighed twice as if feeling regretful.
"If Mu Qianyuan knew you did so much for her, she would definitely be moved, but unfortunately, she will never know."
"Xiao Yiran."
Mo Chuxi parted his thin lips, his cold eyes gleaming with chill.
"It seems that even if your honorable uncle loses his position as vice president, he should still be fearless, and you, as his good nephew, should settle him well."
"Young Master Mo, you're wrong. My uncle is a good doctor, he just speaks his mind."
"Xiao Yiran, don't be too self-assured, otherwise, you will only suffer the consequences of your own actions."
"Ha!"
Xiao Yiran sneered disdainfully.
"Mo Chuxi, do you know how Dou'e died?"
