It was a familiar voice.
Mo Chuxi paused at the sound, his stern figure coolly turned to the side.
Seeing the woman walking toward him, he was quite surprised.
Considering Yan Xinxin, Mo Chuxi spoke in a calm tone.
"Did you come to see me for something?"
"Young Master Mo is a busy person, I wouldn't come to you without reason."
Ning Zitong looked at him, her words carrying a hint of mocking sneer.
"If my Yuan had a better fate, now Young Master Mo would be calling me mother, instead of not addressing me at all."
Hearing Ning Zitong's obviously targeted words, Mo Chuxi's brows furrowed slightly.
"Come to my office."
He simply gave five words, casually turning his back.
Ning Zitong glanced at Mo Chuxi's retreating figure, then turned to the receptionist Niki.
"Tell your boss's wife to come up here immediately, just say Ning Zitong is here!"
"...Oh, okay."
Niki nodded at Ning Zitong.
