Sheng Feng.
Mo Shiche's tall and straight figure descended the stairs, his eyes narrowed into a sneer, "I've taken a third of the Sheng Family's assets, has the old fox finally become restless."
"He probably didn't come alone, but we couldn't find out how many people he brought," the assistant asked, "President Mo, do you want to meet him?"
"Meet," Mo Shiche's handsome face was indifferent, he said calmly, "Send someone to surveil around Sheng Miao's apartment. Don't let her meet with Sheng Feng alone."
"Yes, President Mo."
After hanging up, Mo Shiche directly dialed Sheng Feng's number.
It was answered after two rings.
"Uncle Sheng."
Sheng Feng chuckled lightly, "You still use such a polite title for me."
Mo Shiche stood on the balcony, resting one hand on the railing, looking into the distance, "You are Tangtang's father, calling you 'uncle' is only proper."
Was it for the sake of Sheng Tang?
