"Not too bad."
Murong Qian recovered her senses, her attitude wasn't as aggressive anymore, but it had cooled down considerably, "What do you want from me?"
"I wanted to hear your voice."
Murong Qian: "..."
There was silence for a moment.
Just when Lu Cong thought she was about to hang up, Murong Qian finally said, "Ask Mo Shiting for me, when will he be unsatisfactory?"
"What do you mean?"
Lu Cong was a bit puzzled.
"The literal meaning."
Murong Qian replied coldly.
"Why would you ask him that?"
Lu Cong was curious.
But Murong Qian didn't tell him, "Just ask, what's all the fuss about?"
Lu Cong: "..."
It didn't sound like a good thing, he wouldn't ask.
Moreover, how could Mo Shiting be unsatisfactory?
Obviously she was trying to set a trap for him.