Chi Huan was his woman.
Since she was his woman, he would not let go of her no matter what.
He just wanted to know... whether he had a place in her heart.
An Ke held her breath, not daring to say anything more, "I understand, Mr. Mo. Is there anything else?"
The call should have ended, but as his voice burst from his throat, the content changed. He asked indifferently, "How many times has she visited Mou Xigu?"
This time, An Ke answered quickly, "Miss Chi hasn't gone out these past few days."
"Hmm, got it. Call me if there's anything else."
"Sure, Mr. Mo, goodbye."
After hanging up the phone with An Ke, Mo Shiqian opened his contact list, his deep, dark eyes staring at the red missed call indicator, his thin lips curving into a slight, shallow arc.
He had seen this call as soon as he got off the plane, but at the time he had only glanced at it and hadn't called her back.
His finger tapped on the name 'Huanhuan'.
Lancheng, Residence No. 10.
