"What? Fire Spirit, you brat, you should be calling me big sister, know that?" Sword Spirit became angry.
"In your dreams." Fire Spirit rebutted defiantly.
Mo Huasong was infuriated by their argument: "What are you two bickering about?"
Sword Spirit and Fire Spirit silenced, hiding in fright due to their master's anger.
Mo Huasong decided to continue calling Xiao Jie.
This time, Xiao Jie picked up, asking with a cold, detached voice, "Who is this?"
Asking who he was? Mo Huasong's face darkened with rage. "This is Mo Huasong," he bellowed.
This Xiao Jie, she seemed not to recognize his phone number any more, he was nearly angry to death.
"Oh, it's Young Master Mo. What's the matter?" Xiao Jie's indifferent response sent chills down his spine.
Mo Huasong felt like he was about to explode, he really wanted to hang up.
