Mo Shiche continued to look at the magazine, his head not even lifting, "I have an appointment."
Sheng Miao laughed at herself in self-mockery, "President Mo, how much do you dislike me now? Can't I even sit across from you? Or do you think my presence is affecting your relationship with Sheng Tang?"
The man's voice was indifferent, "You don't have that capability."
Sheng Miao abruptly bit her lip but still pulled out a chair and sat down. She placed her handbag on her lap, "Next week, I want to take Little Peach to a toddler's outdoor activity that requires a father to participate. Can you accompany me?"
"Find Bu Wei."
"I haven't been in contact with him for a long time, and I don't want to find him," Sheng Miao said with a sneer, "You surely wouldn't want me to be in contact with a man who took my innocence, would you? You know I hate him."
"Then don't go."
