Ning Youran feigned surprise and said, "Huanhuan isn't answering your calls? But she just chatted with me five minutes ago," she said with an air of understanding, "You must have upset her again."
Mo Shiqian's breathing sank, and he said coldly, "Are you sure she talked to you? Five minutes ago her phone was off."
Being busy is different from being switched off.
Ning Youran, "..."
"Oh, then maybe it was a bit earlier."
"..."
He restrained his temper and said softly, "Then please, Miss Ning, would you try calling her for me?"
Ning Youran sighed, her tone innocent, "She must have turned off her phone because she's annoyed by your incessant calls. If it's off, I can't get through either."
Mo Shiqian was silent for a few seconds, his voice as low as it could get, "What else did she tell you?"
"What else... Ah, it seems Mou Xigu asked Huanhuan out for dinner yesterday."
Mou Xigu?
What was that man, eliminated centuries ago, doing popping up now?
"Did she go?"
