After Mo Siluo left Diyang, he went straight to the company, pulled out a cigarette from his pack, placed it between his lips, and lit it. Then, he dialed Wen Wan's mobile number. However, a mechanical female voice came through: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy..."
Mo Siluo frowned and then called the old man, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance, "Without my permission, don't arrange any more blind dates for me! Today was the last time!"
"You brat, what kind of attitude is that? How dare you talk to me like this?" the old Mr. Mo roared furiously, his voice thunderously loud.
Mo Siluo moved the phone slightly away from his ear, then placed it back, continuing, "If there's a next time, don't blame me for not showing you any respect!" After finishing his statement, he hung up the phone directly.
When he called Wen Wan again, the line was still busy.
Mo Siluo's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he casually threw the phone onto the desk.
