Mo Xiuchen's eyes darken for a moment as he purses his lips in deep thought.
The more he thought, the stranger it seemed!
"Xiuchen, should we continue investigating?"
Unable to hear his voice, Qin Mu asked for his opinion.
Wen Ran's background, it seemed, had been deliberately concealed by Wen Hongrui years ago. It was not something they could unearth easily.
"No need, come back for now."
Mo Xiuchen hung up the phone and turned around only to find Wen Jin looking at him. His eyes seemed to shimmer with a profound depth, from several steps away, he met Wen Jin's gaze and said, "I didn't finish what I was saying earlier."
Wen Jin stared at him sharply, waiting for him to continue.
"When I first saw Wen Ran at the banquet, I had a strange feeling, thinking she resembled the little girl who helped me when I was kidnapped all those years ago. Without her help, I would have died back then."