Stop running。
Translator: Yunyi
In fact, the way that Hua Wenfeng treated Mo Ting was not the way a mother would normally treat their son; it was almost like he was her enemy.
The noble king-like Mo Ting was expected to have an open-minded mother, but Hua Wenfeng completely appeared like an ignorant old lady.
Tangning rode the elevator straight to Mo Ting's office. Seeing him with his head lowered in deep thought, she approached him from behind and gently covered his ears, "Don't listen to anything..."
Sensing the warmth of Tangning's hands, Mo Ting immediately enveloped her hands in his and placed them up to his lips for a kiss, "Only you would make me your main priority whenever things go wrong."
"Because I care the most about you," Tangning smiled gently. "I know this matter isn't difficult for you to handle. But, that's because your enemy is normally unrelated to you and can't hurt you. Whereas, this time...your situation is a little different."