Simon's iron fists hung tensely by his sides.
Marriage?
Dream on!
He had been waiting for two years, and this was the result he was greeted with in the end?
It seemed Qiao Ruoxin did not favor gentle men; he had been gentle for two years, but in the end, it wasn't as attractive to Qiao Ruoxin as Mo Chen's hot temper?
Was this what women's love was like?
It was utterly ridiculous!
…
In the office of Hengzhong Group.
Mo Chen hadn't returned to the Mo Family Estate; instead, he went straight to the company's office.
At Hengzhong Group, employees often worked overtime at night, so every floor of the company was still lit up.
In the expansive office, the man sat in the swivel chair behind his desk, took out a cigarette, and clenched it between his lips; the smoke swirled around, blurring his handsome features.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated, breaking the silence of the office.