"Chi Huan, I'm telling you this for the last time,"
the voice of Mou Xigu was unusually composed, and even more unusually cold, "I won't neglect Yabing before she completely severs ties with that husband of hers. If you're unhappy with that, you can take it up with me, but if you continue to slander her in the media, or use my mother to go against her, I won't hesitate to call off our engagement."
Having said that, without waiting for any reaction from Chi Huan, the call was abruptly disconnected.
Slander her in front of the media, using his mother against her?
Chi Huan stood on the stairs for a full minute before she forcefully regulated her breathing and turned to call Mo Shiqian.
The call was answered almost before it had even rung halfway.
"Come pick me up at the school."
A moment later, the man's deep and indifferent voice rang in her ear, "I have arrived."
"Arrived? Where?"
"Ten o'clock direction, do you see it?"
Ten o'clock direction?
