Mo Xiuchen's lips curled into a bitter smile.
It was his oversight that had allowed their beloved daughter Momo to be taken away by Tong Shishi. Now, Ranran was resolutely determined to divorce him because of the items Cheng Jia had sent over that afternoon.
No matter what might come next, he had to accept it.
After all, what he worried about the most was Ranran's safety.
His gaze passed over Qin Mu and landed on the parking spots along the road, almost all of which were occupied by cars.
Just as he withdrew his gaze, a red Maserati drove from a distance and slowly stopped by the roadside. The car door opened, and a woman in a red dress stepped out, holding a red purse, her short hair reaching her ears, exceptionally striking in the glow of the sunset.
Mo Xiuchen's narrow eyes suddenly narrowed, his gaze fixating on the woman's face.
"What are you looking at, Xiuchen?"
