Tang Zhiluo furrowed her brows, suddenly not wanting to deal with him.
She had been robbed, feeling anxious and scared, and Mo Xun did not show a hint of concern, instead, he started scolding her right away.
Who would want to listen to lessons at this time?
She pushed Mo Xun away and picked up her fallen phone to call the police, "Hello, my bag was stolen, here near XX Road hospital, okay, please notify me immediately if there's any news."
The bag contained her ID card and four or five bank cards, as well as the U-shield for her company registration and the acupuncture kit her grandfather gave her. Losing it was a big hassle!
Tang Zhiluo stood there, still not recovered from the shock of what just happened.
Mo Xun coldly stared at her from behind, as if trying to bore a hole through her back with his gaze.
Tang Zhiluo had nothing to say to him; with that expression on his face, she could not utter a word, a face full of blaming and harshness.