It had been many years, probably after his parents passed away, that no one else seemed to care about his personal safety other than his grandfather. In the regiment, he was the great demon Fog who killed without batting an eyelid. In the company, he was a high-level entrepreneur who only cared about fame and fortune.
Everyone looked at him with reverence and timidity. Even the most loyal confidants around him could not escape the subordinate relationship. It had been too long since anyone had spoken to him in such an equal tone.
"Alright!" This was not a light response. It was a promise. Mo Chi promised Qin Ran in his heart that he would be safe.
