Wen Hanyi's face, which usually bore a casual laziness, tightened a bit, and his gaze sharpened stealthily.
"I also heard that when President Wen decided to get married, it was because he was tired of playing around and was ready to settle down, and just then a woman who loved you and was suitable for marriage happened to appear, so you chose to marry her. Mrs. Wen probably doesn't even know whether her husband truly loves her or not. It's quite pitiful when you think about it..."
"Enough," Wen Hanyi's tone, chilling with coldness, suddenly interrupted him, his expression unkind, eyes and brows shadowed, "If you dare to utter one more word that you shouldn't in front of her..."
"I'm not interested," Mo Shichen responded with a light, indifferent smile, "I am only interested in the woman I like. President Wen, if you still care about your wife, you'd better go have dinner with her."
With that said, he didn't look at Wen Hanyi's face, taking Wen Yi towards another elevator.