The two held each other to get into Feng Yuran's flamboyant carriage. In the carriage, Feng Yuran leaned on the couch leisurely and took Mo Xuetong into his arms. He touched her face tenderly and said with a relaxed attitude, "How about Feng Yue's people? How about replacing Mo Ye and Mo Feng with Feng Yue's people? It would have saved the trouble the two useless guys made when they failed to finish such a small task."

When Feng Yuran spoke the first sentence, Mo Xuetong's heart ...