"Mo General?"
Miqin was pulled up by Mo Xiuchen and had no choice but to stand, looking at him with a face full of surprise.
Mo Xiuchen's slender eyes fixed on Miqin, and he said in a deep voice, "When I first married Wen Ran, there was no love between us. Now, she has asked for a divorce first and, in front of my face, proposed to my good brother. Miqin, if you want to get married and are willing to take the gamble, you can marry me."
"Mo General, how can this be?"
Miqin's eyes were wide with shock as she looked at Mo Xiuchen, clearly quite startled.
Not just her—the nearby Bai Xiaoxiao and Bai Yiyi were also staring wide-eyed in astonishment, completely unclear as to how the situation had taken such a turn.
"There's nothing to be done or not done; you don't have to worry about anything."
"Yes, Miss Mi, you don't have to consider me. Mo Xiuchen and I are finished; whoever he is with has nothing to do with me," Wen Ranqing said coldly from the hospital bed.
