Song Qiao held the phone and looked at the man right in front of her, listening to Xi Mohan's unhurried voice on the other end.
Why at this moment did she have a feeling that Xi Mohan and Lu Jingchen were the true loves?
The man pressing down on her still had his gaze fixed on her, noticing the odd look in her eyes, and couldn't help but knit his brows. His voice, touched with a bit of intoxication, grew hoarse, "Whose call is it?"
Song Qiao looked at him, her expression one of a half-smile, "It's your family's Xi Mohan."
Xi Mohan, on the other end of the call, heard this clearly, and his expression darkened immediately, even showing signs of gradually turning black.
Since when did he become someone's property, referred to as 'your family's Xi Mohan'?
