This term 'brother 188', is too ironic

A glimmer of surprise flashed through Mo Xiuchen's eyes as he knitted his brows and turned to Mo Zixuan, "When did he say that?"

Meanwhile, Wen Ran was holding a phone dialing a call, waiting for the response. She looked at them perplexedly. Mo Zixuan moistened his lips before answering, "Just now, while you two were being interviewed by the journalists."

"Ranran, once you're done with the call, wait for me in the office. I'll be right back."

Mo Xiuchen pondered for a moment, instructed Wen Ran, and lifted his foot to leave. Mo Zixuan glanced at Wen Ran and followed Mo Xiuchen's lead.

Earlier, after concluding the board meeting and announcing that all future group matters would be handled by Mo Xiuchen, and he himself would retire completely, Mo Jingteng was so tired that a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead. The subsequent press conference was attended by Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran.

"Did he mention where he's going on his trip?"