"If I can walk, why do you think I'm in a wheelchair?" Mo Linyuan asked in a deep and cold voice. He raised his phone and deliberately placed it in an area without light.
But even so, Leng Rongrong could see that Mo Linyuan, who was usually pale, looked very healthy at this moment. Even on the phone, she could feel his hostility.
Although she was a little suspicious, after hearing Mo Linyuan's resentful words, Leng Rongrong was a little worried that this man, whose pride had been hurt, would explode if she asked too many questions, so she did not ask further.
"Where are you? It's late at night, but you're quite carefree. Were you at some club just now?" Leng Rongrong asked, raising her eyebrows.
"It's not what you think it is. I'm here to discuss something with someone." Mo Linyuan's face was as devilish as ever, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
Initially, this matter could have been negotiated.
