But pointing out the obvious to each other was really not interesting at all.
Jian Ran tugged at the corner of her lips and simply spoke up.
"Well... let's consider it a mutual help, President Gu. If I win, I'll be bringing in nearly a billion in profit for the company."
"Look at you talking as if I care about a mere billion."
Not giving up, Jian Ran continued to probe, "Then, President Gu, what do you care about?"
Money was of no concern to him.
So what on earth did this man care about?
Gu Mochen's narrow, long eyes once again flickered with a dark light as he embraced Jian Ran from behind.
Looking down from above.
Gu Mochen narrowed his eyes slightly, then declared with certainty.
"What I care about has always been you, the person."
Jian Ran's face changed slightly at Gu Mochen's words, and her body stiffened considerably afterward.
Before she could recover, Gu Mochen's big hand had already grasped her small one, swinging the club in a single motion.