"Stop right there!"
Qiao Ruoxin stood up, her little hands fiercely pushing against his chest, toppling the tall man's body onto the sofa.
Then her slender, straight legs parted, straddling Mo Chen's waist.
"We'll take it here! I want to listen!" Defiance was written all over her little face.
Mo Chen slightly furrowed his brows but didn't refuse, and answered the vibrating phone.
She leaned into the man's embrace, quietly listening to the voice coming from the phone.
"Lin Xi, what's up?" His voice was colder by several degrees, no longer as indulgent as before.
Qiao Ruoxin's slender fingers fiddled with the man's shirt collar, appearing nonchalant, like a noble ragdoll cat.
The man's arms encircled her slender waist, his large hand caressing back and forth along her waist.
Lin Xi's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Mo Chen, come out for a drink, I'm at the club."
