Lu Moqing: "..."
"My mobile phone?"
Qiao Xu was stunned for a moment. She rummaged through the bag she was holding and found out that there was indeed no mobile phone in it.
When was the phone stolen?
She frowned and hurriedly approached Qiao Yi, speaking into his mobile phone: "Sir, thank you for picking up my mobile phone. There's a lot of important information stored in it. Please return it to me, and I'll be sure to reward you handsomely."
As her words fell, a familiar mocking laugh came over the phone, "You think I care about your money?"
Qiao Xu was stunned, and her face quickly darkened, "Lu Moqing?"
Did the mobile phone fall in his car?
Qiao Xu furrowed her eyebrows, feeling annoyed.
Her tone was naturally not as polite as when she was treating a "stranger" just moments ago. "Lu Moqing, where are you? I'm coming to get my phone."
Lu Moqing listened to the cold voice on the phone, and the smile on his face grew wider.
