After finishing his sentence, Si Mo hung up the phone, walked towards the French windows, opened them, and threw his phone out.
Turning around, he strode back to the bed and gripped Xia Yiwan's throat. His handsome face was cold and intimidating, resembling a devil from hell.
"If I ever find out that you're contacting him again, I will make him disappear just like this phone, understand?"
With that, she was thrown onto the bed.
On the other end of the phone, Gu Chen stared at the disconnected call in his hand, his gentle and jade-like complexion turning pale white.
So he hadn't misheard or misunderstood this afternoon; his girl was indeed with Si Mo.
As he was thinking, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." Gu Chen pocketed his phone as he spoke.
"Achen, did you see Si Mo at the Feng Family today? Is he okay?" A middle-aged woman with a beautiful face entered, but she was clearly filled with worry and distress.
Gu Chen's expression dimmed, then he nodded, "I saw him."