After sending the message, Mo Xiuchen turned his head and said to Secretary Wu, "You wait in the car for me first."
"...Yes, Mr. President."
Secretary Wu paused in surprise, before respectfully replying and quickly headed toward the parking lot.
Mo Xiuchen stood tall under the sunshine, his brooding eyes shrouded in shadows.
His handsome features were accentuated in depth and dimension, his thin lips set in a stern line. There was a hint of anticipation in his deep, pool-like eyes.
He didn't know what favor Wen Ran would ask of him, but he would agree to whatever she requested.
Not because he had identified her as the person he had forgotten.
But because although he had only met her once and talked a few words with her, he found himself liking her.
Why would he refuse to help and make happy a woman who could stir his emotions?