Mo Yuan straightened his back, walking with a brisk, powerful stride.
He couldn't hide the joy on his face.
"Senior!"
He strode over to Song Wanning and bowed deeply.
"Senior, I, Mo Yuan, will never forget this immense kindness. If you ever need anything in the future, the Demon Clan will surely do everything in its power to help you!"
His eyes shone, filled with gratitude for Song Wanning.
Without Song Wanning, he wouldn't be where he was today.
Song Wanning accepted his bow calmly and made a gesture to help him up.
"You worked at my auction house for a long time. I suppose you could call it fate."
"From now on, however, you'll have to manage the Demon Clan on your own."
Her words made Mo Yuan's heart tighten. "Senior, you're leaving?"
"Can't you stay a little longer?"
Things had just finally settled down, and in his heart, he wanted to spend more time with Song Wanning.
