expectations, and it wasn't like Wushuang's usual style. He was worried that something might be wrong with Wushuang, so he called to check on him."Every night I feel uneasy, worried something might h..."Hi, kid" 。Mo Chen greeted the children, unsure what expression to make at this unexpected gift he had never met before. Though beautiful, it caught him off guard. 。When fortune cookies fall from the sky, and you happen to not be hungry, you can't bear to eat them, but you don't want to throw them away either. You want to save them for later. That's how Mo Chen feels right now. 。He smiled a little stiffly, trying to convey his good intentions, but he didn't know if Mori could feel it. 。Mo Chen thought about his future. He would continue to work for the Mafia, find the woman he loved, and have three sons and a daughter. After all, his older brother and Mo Xiaobai had no children, so they needed to have children to inherit the Mafia. 。ight on their own sofa. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows was bright, and she dazedly watched the man beneath her. His thin muscles were covered in a sheen of sweat, radiatin...