Mo Si's mind was already filled with images, and she kicked Mo Fan again.
"Don't talk nonsense, Mo Ye and his wife are thin-skinned. Be careful, they both might fire you!"
Mo Fan's heart skipped a beat.
Losing Mo Ye's favor didn't matter much.
But losing Madam's favor would be unbearable.
"But..." Mo Fan was still curious.
Clearly, he was an assassin, yet his inner drama and curiosity were annoyingly abundant.
"How come there's no sound from them? It's way too quiet..."
Just as he was saying this, Mo Si's phone suddenly buzzed.
The two upright people both shivered guiltily.
They thought it was Mo Ye's death call.
Mo Si saw it was a call from Mo Nie, sighed in relief, and answered reluctantly.
Mo Lei's voice came through the receiver.
"Mo Si! Mo Si!" He seemed very excited, "I heard Mo Ye and Miss Lu got their marriage certificate."
Mo Si looked serious, "First, she's not called Miss Lu, she's called Madam. Second, yes, they got the certificate."
