Mo Shiqian smiled coldly, didn't answer him, and just hung up the phone.
The meaning of no response was clear and unequivocal, which was to tacitly agree.
Mo Shichen's fingers gripped the phone tightly, his throat felt as if it was being strangled, he couldn't breathe for a while, and a feeling close to suffocation enveloped him.
This woman had finally caught him off guard.
In the countless possibilities he had considered, he never thought she would abandon everything and leave Paris, especially for as long as five years.
She was born here, grew up here, went to school here, all her friends, besties, classmates, colleagues, family, everything, everything was rooted in Paris.
Lancheng had nothing for her but a Mo Shiqian she was barely acquainted with and work.
He knew her temperament; since she agreed to Mo Shiqian, she would definitely do it, moreover, she was about to sign the contract... Was she trying to cut off his thoughts, or her own way out?