"Miss Mo, I'll accept your congratulations." Ye Jiuliang, with his hands in his pockets, glanced at her with disdain, "If there's nothing else, I won't see you out."
Mo Su nodded with a smile.
The moment she turned around, the smile on her face vanished without a trace, and a frightening coldness swept through her eyes.
What a Ye Jiuliang, her sharp wit had certainly impressed her.
Watching Mo Su's car leave the Li Mansion, Ye Jiuliang curled his lips into a smile.
Lately, he had met quite a few people with the surname Mo.
First, there was a Mo Chen, and now there was a Mo Su.
The same brown eyes, the same blond hair, even their facial features bore a certain resemblance.
If these two claimed to be unrelated, it would be too much of a coincidence.
Ye Jiuliang got back into his car and drove away.
On the road, Old Master Li brought up the background of Mo Su.
"Xiaojiu, that woman named Mo Su claims to be the heiress of the Tengyue Group."
