Song Qiao laughed and said, "What does it matter if she's here with me or not? Xi Mohan, Wanwan has nothing to do with you anymore. Can't you just stop bothering her?"
No relation? Bothering?
The man on the other end of the phone darkened his gaze, squinting slightly, exuding a dangerously cold aura from head to toe.
After a moment, he spoke, "This is between her and me."
Song Qiao squinted her eyes, looking at the two people and a dog not far away having fun, and faintly smiled, "Then why are you calling me, Mr. Xi?"
"Just to confirm something with you."
Song Qiao's face darkened. If this man were in front of her, she wouldn't mind using her phone as a brick to smash him. Such an entitled tone was beyond ridiculous.
Ning Wan encountering him in this lifetime was like the worst stroke of bad luck.
Without a word, she hung up the phone.
...
Everyone up and down the Xi Group knew that their CEO was in a bad mood today, a really bad mood.
