Wen Ran glanced at him, pressed the answer key, and indifferently uttered, "Hello?".
Mo Xiuchen leaned his slim figure into the chair, his hands casually resting on top of his legs, long fingers slightly curved, slackly projecting an air of indifference between his brows.
Not wanting him to hear the call, Wen Ran purposefully used her left hand to hold the cellphone, placing it against her left ear. As her words fell, the voice of Cheng Jia came up from the other side of the phone to question, "Wen Ran, are you with Mo Xiuchen?"
The moment Wen Ran pressed the answer key, she had guessed that Cheng Jia was calling because of Mo Xiuchen.
Sure enough, just as she thought.
She lightly pursed her lips, her voice calmly indifferent: "Cheng Jia, aren't you bored? I'm working and don't have time to chat with you."
"Wen Ran, you can't fool me, Mo Xiuchen is back in the country but has not returned home. He is not even in G City. You tell me, is he with you? Where did you two go?"