Every time he calls her, the call goes through, but she just doesn't pick up.
He has no choice but to contact Sister Mi, asking her to start a video call and capture her from afar.
He's planning to fly over to her as soon as he's done with work. Just as Nan Jiaojiao asked her to come back, Mo Tingshen left the company without even changing his clothes. God knows how anxious he felt while waiting upstairs.
All night long, she couldn't be bothered to engage with him. Her words were polite, which felt more lethal than direct cold violence.
Once they were home and the door was closed, her tone sounded familiar, but all she did was mock him sarcastically.
Mo Tingshen held back until now, not daring to show his temper or ask questions. He had to patiently explain.
"Everything's handled, hasn't it been cleared up? There's nothing going on, I'm all clean."
"Is that so?"
