Xiao Moli lifted a corner of his lips and placed her hand on a spot lower on his abdomen.
The small tent beneath her hand swelled visibly, and An Ziqi let out a surprised cry, raising her hand in embarrassment and anger to hit him.
Xiao Moli laughed as he bent down and intertwined with her.
Just as they were fooling around, the phone beside the bed suddenly rang.
With no other choice, Xiao Moli reached for it, while his other arm remained tightly around An Ziqi, unwilling to let go.
He glanced at the unfamiliar number on the screen; those who dared to call him using an unfamiliar number must be his subordinates.
Answering the call, "What's the matter?"
"Moli, bad news, Lin Qiaoqiao has disappeared," a panicked voice came from the other end of the phone.
Xiao Moli's gaze instantly became sharp, "Say that again?"
The person on the other end sensed Xiao Moli's anger, and with no choice, nervously started again, "Lin... Lin Qiaoqiao... she disappeared."
