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... Xiuchen is planning to organise a wedding ceremony for Wen Ran.”
Mo Zixuan pursed his lips, his tone somewhat cold.
His hands, resting at his side, slowly tightened into fists. Mo Jingteng’s gaze swept over his clenched fists and paused at his cold, hard-set facial features. “Zixuan, are you still unable to let go of Wen Ran?”
With a flicker in his eyes, Mo Zixuan avoided Mo Jingteng’s piercing gaze. “Dad, I just want to manage the company well now. I haven’t thought abou ...
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