Wen Yi's expression disappeared from her face as she looked up at her, her eyes unclear, tinged with a hesitant darkness.
Mo Shichen sighed, resting his hand on the armrest of the swivel chair, leaning forward with a hooked smile, "Doubting that I set a trap again?"
"Isn't there a reason?"
Mo Shichen fell silent for a moment, "I must be really bad in your heart."
"Not just in my heart, you are just bad."
"Do you have to wait until you get in trouble yourself to believe me?"
She furrowed her eyebrows, "What you're saying is also speculation. Besides," she glanced at him, "you've made quite a few enemies in the business world, none of whom have tried to assassinate you. Why would someone like him be targeted for assassination?"
The man's face turned unpleasant immediately, "What, do you wish me dead?"
She pursed her lips and still said, "No."
Indeed, she had never entertained such a thought, and she wasn't one to say one thing and mean another.
