Mo Beichen came looking for her, she was scared. Mo Beichen didn't come looking for her, she was also scared. Like a criminal at the guillotine, watching the blade suspended but not yet fallen, there's always a glimmer of hope.
She scratched her head, "I didn't mean it like that. Isn't Mr. Mo always extremely busy? How could you waste any time on someone as insignificant as me, delaying the fortune you earn every second?"
"Even if I don't set foot in the company for a year, the profits wouldn't drop a bit. You don't need to worry about that." Mo Beichen looked at her, thinking through gritted teeth, keep acting, I want to see how long you can keep up this act in front of me.
At this moment, he desperately wished to strip away her façade.
Buhui sighed softly, "Mr. Mo, this would make people envious."
Mo Beichen gave a half-smile, "Do you resent me too?"
