"Good, well said!" Mo Rutian looked at him and patted his shoulder; a sense of trust had inexplicably strengthened a great deal.
At that moment, the secretary walked in with a document. "Chairman, here's the document you requested."
Long Shangxuan greeted Mo Shangxuan with a nod before leaving the chairman's office.
Thinking about the noon appointment, he couldn't help glancing at the gold nameplate on the office door reading "Chairman." His handsome face revealed a faint, elusive gleam of detachment and indifference.
Soon, he drove away from the "Mohai Zongheng International Group."
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At noon, on the top floor of Qi Imperial Court in the center of City A.
Hua Xiaomo tidied herself up simply. She even applied her bright red lipstick carefully, making her petite lips exude a moist, cherry-like fragrance and a beautifully charming appearance.
