"I'm really not hungry." Mo Qishen shook his head slightly. Right now, he couldn't feel anything, not even hunger.
Wu Chenjun furrowed his brow slightly and shouted angrily, "Mo Liu! Yangyang risked her life to protect you, is this how you'd repay her by ruining yourself?"
Mo Qishen's face remained expressionless.
Wu Chenjun continued, "Yangyang's company still needs someone to manage it! Look at you now, wallowing in despair—do you think this is how you honor her? If I were you, I'd pull myself together and take care of her company! Or do you want her to wake up one day and see her company in complete chaos?"
"We're not at the final moment yet! Mo Liu, I really don't understand what you're so defeated about!"
As he said the last sentence, Wu Chenjun couldn't help but raise his voice.
Ni Yang was already in this condition—if Mo Qishen continued like this, it would all end in mutual destruction.
Mo Qishen raised his hand. "Hand me the chicken soup."
