0117 If you like it, that's good.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Jichen's gentle expression instantly reverted to his usual cold and icy demeanor, radiating chilliness all over.

He tucked away his phone and rose from the couch.

"Let's go!"

With those words, he turned and left without hesitation.

Mo Shangjie silently tugged at his lip.

Hero Tomb, Beauty Town.

Only...

The significant look in his eyes lingered on the man's receding figure.

White Moonlight, huh...

But who is the Cinnabar Mole?

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The next day.

The internet was flooded with news about the Qin family.

For the patriarch's seventieth birthday, the Qin family really went all out.

Trending topics followed one after the other, without exaggeration.

But the most eye-catching was the topic #Fu family attends Qin family banquet#, which remained at the top.

The Fu Consortium was not only a mysteriously low-profile and unattainable entity in the hearts of the masses, but its leader, Fu Qiyuan, was considered a godlike figure by many.