He had always had someone keep an eye on her, and the moment he got her news, he immediately made a call.
Every time she heard Mo Sichen's voice, her heart would ache tremendously, never able to forget how many times this man had rejected her.
She snorted, "Aren't you fed up, but you don't care, do you? Why should you care how I choose to live?"
"If you're fed up, then come over for dinner tomorrow?" Mo Sichen held the phone, his expression complex, "Isn't that what you want from me? You've won."
Cheng Qingyan was momentarily stunned. Was this him conceding defeat?
She thought he would never compromise, but unexpectedly...
At this point, he had actually compromised?
Mo Sichen hung up the phone, sitting there with a complex expression, while Si Yang looked at him, "Sir, have you really decided to marry Miss Qingyan?"
Mo Sichen smiled, "Isn't this exactly what she wants?"
