"Why do you ask?"
Wen Ranqing's bright eyes flickered briefly, a smile playing at her lips.
Mo Xiuchen gazed deeply into her eyes, as if trying to see into her heart.
"Ranran, if you don't like Jiang Hui, I'll transfer her elsewhere so that she won't appear in your sight again."
The more Wen Ran appeared gentle and magnanimous, indifferent to Jiang Hui's presence, the more Mo Xiuchen felt uneasy, believing that Ranran must feel uncomfortable because of Jiang Hui.
Especially the last time, when he left suddenly on a business trip after receiving a call from Jiang Hui.
At that time, Ranran indeed still had a stomachache.
Wen Ran chuckled softly, "I don't like Jiang Hui because I don't like the way she looks at you or how she deliberately seeks your attention from time to time. But she is a capable woman, and I can't deny that."
"There are many capable women out there."
Mo Xiuchen was dismissive. If Jiang Hui made Ranran unhappy, he couldn't tolerate her.
