Inside the room.
Qiao Ruoxin was already sleepless, tossing and turning on the bed.
Mo Chen had only slept here for a few hours, and his presence was beginning to permeate the air...
Suddenly, her phone rang.
She picked it up to see, yet another unknown number.
Without guessing, it was definitely that lunatic again.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she picked up the phone, got out of bed, and went to the terrace to answer.
"Mr. Lawrence! Let me make it clear to you, I won't go back!"
But the other end of the phone conveyed a man's low chuckle, "It's morning there now, isn't it? Why such a temper so early in the day?"
"Get lost!"
Preparing to hang up, Qiao Ruoxin was stopped when the man said, "Your mother hasn't been in good health recently, aren't you going to visit her?"
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Cut the crap! You used that trick two years ago, I won't believe you again."