Haochen, penthouse.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the CEO's office, Mo Ziye's tall figure stood with his hands behind his back.
The phone rang several times before he turned and returned to his desk. Seeing the name displayed on the caller ID, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Staring at the flashing screen for a few seconds, his slender fingers pressed the answer button, and his voice, cold and clear, slipped out from his thin lips, "What, can't Mo Xin satisfy you?"
"She said she knows where Momo went, so I just went with her and sat inside for a while."
The voice from the phone was as mild and indifferent as his attitude.
Mo Ziye sneered mockingly, "Since when did you become so foolish that you couldn't find out where she went, yet a woman who is no longer a part of the Mo family knows?"
"She doesn't know where Momo went, but when she saw me, she had the opportunity to badmouth you."
"What did she say?"
