"President Mo, do you know something?"
A tinge of inquiry slipped into Tang Yue's gaze.
It's not that he suspected Mo Shiting's motives for inquiring about this matter, on the contrary, he was even more hopeful that he had a relevant clue.
After all these years, the Tang family had never given up on their search for Tang Tang, their little princess who, unfortunately, had disappeared as though evaporating from the face of the earth and could not be found no matter how hard they tried.
Of course, Mo Shiting did not immediately voice the suspicion in his heart. Casually, he said, "I overheard a conversation between Miss Qin and her daughter."
"Oh."
Unable to hide his disappointment, Tang Yue responded with a wry smile, "It seems I overthought it."
Rarely seen offering help, Mo Shiting proposed, "If you don't mind, perhaps, I can help."