CHAPTER 522: CHAPTER 522: NOT A TRACE OF SENTIMENT REMAINING

But why at this time, aside from heartache, she felt nothing else?

Mu Zhenzhen, are you sick...

"Snap."

The man hung up the phone heavily and turned to leave.

His departing figure was devoid of any sentiment.

Yet the moment he turned around, the woman behind the glass was suddenly in tears.

She held the phone in her hand without letting go, and her other hand trembled as it raised to gently touch the glass in front of her.

Through her tear-blurred eyes, the man seemed to still be sitting there. She touched his face through the glass, tracing each of his features.

Her lips moved several times, but no sound came out.

It was as if her throat had been blocked, the only sound she could make was a feeble groan.

Like a dying little animal.

Only by the shape of her lips could one guess what she was saying.

Over and over, she softly called out those two words.

"Xingyuan... Xingyuan..."

...

"President Mo, do you have time to meet now?"

Mo Xingyuan had just gotten into the car when he received an expected phone call.

"Is Uncle Shen looking to talk to me about the five hundred million?"

After leaving the prison, Mo Xingyuan’s demeanor had returned to its usual somber and cold, his presence even colder than before.

"I’m at President Mo’s house right now, when will you be back?"

"On the way." Mo Xingyuan coldly ended the call.

Then he collapsed into his chair and closed his eyes.

He didn’t know what appeared before his eyes, but they quickly opened again.

His expression was unusually irritated.

The car had already driven quite a distance, yet he could not help but look back, gazing distantly in the direction of the prison.

The withered leaves fell continuously on the speeding road, the late autumn day presenting a gloomy and desolate scene.

Mayor Shen sat on the sofa, his face sinking as he looked at the hung-up call.

Mo Xingyuan had actually hung up on him.

Truly not taking him seriously.

A glint flickered in the depths of his eyes, and he quickly suppressed his annoyance, sitting erect on the sofa, calmly waiting for Mo Xingyuan’s arrival.

After roughly half an hour, the cold and arrogant man finally strode through the door.

Mayor Shen instinctively thought of standing up to greet him, but as he began to rise, he immediately sat down again.

Since Mo Xingyuan called him uncle, what reason did he have to stand up and greet him?

Before long, Mo Xingyuan approached, glanced at Mayor Shen with a stern face, and indifferently sat down on the sofa opposite him.

After sitting down, he casually crossed his legs in an insolent manner, his hands nonchalantly resting on the back of the sofa.

Mayor Shen’s face visibly darkened at his posture.

But since they were at the Mo Family’s, he said nothing.

"Uncle Shen, frankly speaking, although the Mo Family is illustrious, to think I, Mo Xingyuan, could produce five hundred million—you hold me in too high regard," Mo Xingyuan looked down upon Mayor Shen with a carefree attitude, "If you came for this matter, then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. To avoid wasting words with me, you can quietly finish this pot of tea and leave."

Mayor Shen had just reached for the tea in front of him, but upon hearing Mo Xingyuan’s words, his hand stiffened and then retracted.

Was the Shen Family in need of a pot of tea?

He didn’t come for the tea.

Mo Xingyuan watched his movement, his face unchanged, as he picked up the tea in front of him and gently twirled it on his fingertips.

It seemed like Mayor Shen took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking, "I came today, indeed for this matter. But it has nothing to do with money."