Who Would Understand His Loneliness?

After waiting for quite some time, Zheng Yan still did not make a sound.

Mo Chengxian's brows furrowed even more tightly. It seemed that he had never met a person of younger status who dared to act so insolently in front of him.

How many times had he asked her already?

Yet, she had not spoken a word at all. Was she putting on airs in front of him and acting like a big shot?

"Elderly head, please simmer down. From how I see it, Zheng Yan probably realizes she has been duped and is angry about it. That's why she's too overwhelmed to answer your question!" Qi Yan at one side muttered slowly.

Hearing this, Mr. Mo turned to look at him, questioning him what he meant with his gaze.

Qi Yan had waited for this moment as earnestly as hoping for a good rain after a drought.

Without any hesitation, he pulled Tan Bengbeng forward together with him, trying to lay a trap for Mo Yongheng.