Hengzhong Group, President's Office.
Mo Chen stared at the computer screen, his eyes slightly narrowed, his expression dark.
He leaned back in his chair and picked up his phone to dial Bai Junyan's number.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Mo?"
He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, lit it with a lighter, and spoke in a deep voice, "Where did you get that video from?"
Bai Junyan's laughter came from the other end of the phone: "Miss Qiao actually did a good deed without leaving her name? She gave it to me. You haven't been doting on her for nothing."
A trace of faint surprise flashed through Mo Chen's dark eyes, and he hung up the call.
He looked at Qiao Ruoxin's photo on his phone's lock screen, where she was sticking out her tongue at him, looking naughty yet beautiful.
His lips curved up, and finally, his icy handsome face warmed up a bit.
However...
Did that Little Ghost witness him beating someone last night?
