Qiao Ruoxin gripped her phone tightly, "Your self-control is that strong? This drug's effect is not ordinary at all; a normal person wouldn't be able to endure it."
A low chuckle came from the other end of the phone, "If I can't even withstand this, how am I supposed to compete fairly with Mo Chen? If Mo Chen can do it, why can't I?"
"Whether you can do it or not, I don't care at all!"
With that said, she intended to hang up directly, but Simon said, "Don't you want to know what Mo Chen's inner demon is? Don't you wonder what the piece of memory Mo Chen lost is about?"
Then, the call was disconnected.
Beep... beep...
Qiao Ruoxin stared at the call ended screen on her phone, and her complexion began to turn slightly pale.
Her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly.
Why would Simon know about Mo Chen's inner demon?
And why would Simon know about the piece of memory Mo Chen lost?
