บท 40: 040 Except for Wen Ran, I don't want anyone else

Cheng Jia looked at Mo Xiuchen with surprise, "Young Master Mo, this weekend is your birthday?"

Mockery flashed through the depths of Mo Xiuchen's cold eyes. His handsome features were frosty, his expression indifferent and disdainful.

His birthday was the eighth day of the eighth lunar month.

But he was curious if Mo Jingteng remembered his birthday. Did he remember that this was also the death anniversary of his mother, who jumped off a building on his eighth birthday right before his eyes...

Mo Jingteng had truly forgotten. It was only after seeing Mo Xiuchen's suddenly chilled demeanor that he realized. A wisp of embarrassment flashed across his aged face that was etched with years. Meanwhile, Cheng Jia who was observing them, also noticed the change in Mo Xiuchen's demeanor, bit her lip and dared not speak.

The atmosphere in the spacious office suddenly became icy.