Zhao Wanqing turned her head, her gaze flowing with charm as she raised a finger to her red lips and gestured, "This is a secret."
After she spoke, the woman opened the door and left.
Mo Qian stared in the direction of the doorway, his eyes dark and deep.
A secret?
This woman has been by his father's side for over ten years. Her abilities and manipulative skills are undoubtedly formidable, and her identity remains an enigma. Mo Qian had once leveraged connections to investigate Zhao Wanqing's background but found nothing.
If not for Zhao Wanqing consistently supporting Gu Zhizhou over the years, Mo Qian would never have allowed an unidentified woman to stay by his father's side.
After Zhao Wanqing left, the Presidential Suite was left with only Mo Qian, the emptiness and loneliness in the room amplified.
The room was lit by only a wall lamp, casting a dim light that outlined the man's chilled contours.
