Luo Qiangwei's face still bore a smile, but her brows involuntarily furrowed slightly.
Make the call...
It wasn't that she didn't dare to call him, but rather she was uncertain about how President Mo would react, after all, whether in her previous life or this one, she had never been able to predict Mo Shiche's responses.
Just like in this life when she thought he had fallen in love with her, but whether it was pushing her down the stairs or his coldness when they eventually divorced, it was as if he had harshly slapped her in the face, as if teaching her a lesson for being presumptuous.
Now, this phone call was linked to the life and death of Tang Sitian's brother, and she had no right to gamble. If she lost... it could involve a human life.
President Mo might just tell her to roll.
Her silence of a few seconds appeared in the eyes of the men opposite her as—daring not.
