Hengzhong Group, Chairman's office.
After hanging up the phone, Mo Chen leaned back, his slender fingers caressing the selfie of Qiao Ruoxin on the locked screen.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated again.
It was Little Ghost calling.
He intentionally waited a moment before answering. Qiao Ruoxin's angry voice came from the phone, "Mo Chen! You said three days! Three days and only three days, neither of us is allowed to contact the other during this time! Whoever initiates contact is a dog!"
After speaking, she hung up directly, not giving him a chance to reply.
The man looked at the ended call on the phone screen, his dark eyes slightly startled, then he let out a snort of laughter.
It seemed he had infuriated Little Ghost.
But starting now, he wouldn't be able to hear even her voice for these three days?
Wasn't that playing a bit too rough?
...
Dusk fell, evening.
