Sheng Tingze pursed his lips tightly. With a forceful tug, he pried Jin Si's hand off and strode forward.
Jin Si took out his phone in a panic. "Second Young Master, bad news…"
Sheng Tingze walked forward, his eyes darting around. He was looking for Mo Qing's brother, Mo Ling.
The usually sunny young man was troubled by his sister's matter, so he had lost his smile. He was even distracted when others spoke to him.
"You're Mo Ling?" Hearing this cold voice, Mo Ling slowly turned his head around in a disorganized manner. However, the moment his eyes landed on the man, they suddenly contracted.
The man in front of him was dressed in a suit and was extraordinarily handsome. However, he did not seem to belong here. He was a complete prodigy. He was clearly standing here, but he had drawn a line between them.
