Mo Jinrong got someone to send Lan Anran and Lan Yanran back while he returned to the company.
He kept thinking about how he wasn't ill today and started to doubt whether he had really recovered.
Was Lan Anran really his destined person?
Recalling the soft sensation of Lan Anran's waist when he hugged her in the hotel, the corner of Mo Jinrong's mouth lifted, seeming to savor the aftertaste.
"Young Master, what are you smiling about?"
Mo San walked over and looked at Mo Jinrong who had a chilling smile.
"Did I smile? You're mistaken, what's the matter?" Mo Jinrong returned to normal and spoke solemnly.
"There's news from Master Ze. He has found a trace of Q through a friend abroad. Q doesn't have many tracks abroad, but she offended the biggest local gang one time and when she was escaping, he saw a red mole in Q's ear, about the size of a needle hole.
"Red mole?"
Mo Jinrong's fingers tapped the table again.
