Qin Mu hooked his lips, took a cigarette from his pocket, and handed him one.
Luo Haofeng took it, and from the cellphone, Mo Xiuchen's voice came through, low and magnetic with a hint of displeasure, though it was hard to tell if it was because of the disturbance.
Luo Haofeng glanced at Qin Mu, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, furrowed his brows, and mustered a smile, "Mo Xiuchen, I have some good news for you."
"What good news?"
Mo Xiuchen was having dinner with Wen Ran, enjoying their romantic twosome, so naturally, he was annoyed to be disturbed.
However, as someone with lost memories, he still felt slightly better towards Luo Haofeng, of course, that was in comparison to the past.
When Mo Xiuchen asked, Luo Haofeng immediately replied, "Mo Xiuchen, someone has taken revenge for you and Wen Ran. Cheng Jia's wrist might be fractured."
"Cheng Jia?"
Mo Xiuchen's voice carried confusion; they had just encountered Cheng Jia tonight. Who had avenged them?
