The voice on speaker was neither loud nor soft.
Han Qianye was holding the 180 yuan in her hand and had yet to put it into her pocket. When she heard Mo Yujin's words on the phone, her smug movements froze and she suddenly turned to look at her.
Mo Yujin quickly turned off the speakerphone that she had accidentally opened. "Ahem!"
Dao Xi heard Mo Yujin cough on the other end of the line and knew that it was probably inconvenient for her to continue answering the phone, so he quietly hung up first.
Mo Yujin heaved a sigh of relief, but before she could heave a sigh of relief, she was immediately shocked by Han Qianye—
"What did he just say?" Han Qianye narrowed her eyes and asked in a threatening tone.
Mo Yujin was very flustered. After all, she had promised Han Qianye yesterday that she would not do anything rash. But her mother couldn't wait to acknowledge Little You. There was nothing she could do…
