Mo Shiting responded coldly, "Auntie, feel free to tell her."
"You——"
Wan Yao flushed, speechless for a moment.
How dare she go to the old lady?
If she could, she would have already gone, why would she call to endure Mo Shiting's anger?
Alas, the old lady prided herself too much on her reputation and family morality. If she found out about the reckless behavior of the Song Family's Descendants outside, with her swift and severe measures, Song Zekai's fate would surely be worse than it is now.
Hence, Wan Yao had to plea to Mo Shiting.
"The law will decide this matter, that's the end of it."
After speaking coldly, Mo Shiting hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.
"Hello, Shiting——"
"Hello——"
Wan Yao resentfully shouted a few times, but all that greeted her was the mechanical sound of the dial tone.
"What happened? Did Mo Shiting agree to release him?"
Song Xueming, who was by her side, hastily asked.