Mo Zixuan didn't care about the disdain in Mo Xiuchen's eyes, but instead, he scoffed mockingly, retorting, "Indeed, I don't understand. However, someone who has lost their memory definitely wouldn't understand more than I do."
He knew that amnesia was Mo Xiuchen's pain.
Just as Mo Xiuchen was about to say something, the intercom on the office desk rang. He moved his gaze, which was filled with cold intent, away from Mo Zixuan's face and picked up the receiver to answer the call.
"President, Miss Li Yaqing, the editor-in-chief of **Weekly, insists on meeting with you?"
Hearing the request from the phone, Mo Xiuchen's handsome face suddenly darkened, and he rejected without hesitation, "No."
"But President, Miss Li is the daughter of President Li..."
The secretary's voice was a bit timid, but before she could finish her words, Mo Xiuchen had already hung up the phone.