Ye City.
Mu Group CEO's office.
On a custom-made genuine leather sofa, Mu Shaochen looked indifferently as Su Zhicheng pulled out an invitation and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
His brows slightly furrowed, he picked up the cup of water in front of him, and asked with a smirk, "Getting married?"
Su Zhicheng shook his head, "Minghan said, we should start with the engagement and hold the wedding next spring. These few months are just right for preparing the wedding."
Mu Shaochen lazily "Hmm"ed, uninterested in anything.
Su Zhicheng saw his cold and lonely solitude, and his brows furrowed slightly.
After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Still no news about Wanwan?"
Hearing the stiff name "Wanwan," Mu Shaochen, who was drinking water, glanced at him with slightly raised eyelids.
"No," slipped out from his thin lips.
The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
Su Zhicheng suddenly didn't know what to say.
