Feeling the anger in Lin Ziran's words, Zhan Moxiao raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly, "She's already asleep."
"Then did she get my message?"
"She did."
"Did she see it?"
"She saw it."
Lin Ziran was so angry that she sat up straight, "She's sleeping even after getting my message? Does she want to end our friendship or what?"
Zhan Moxiao found this hilariously amusing, "Look at you, do you look like someone who's been kidnapped? Do you want a pregnant woman to go out and save you on this thunderstorm-ridden night?"
Lin Ziran was speechless, and after a long pause, she challenged Zhan Moxiao, "Did you all know earlier about Qin Qingnan scheming against me?"
"I knew, Lanlan didn't."
"Zhan Moxiao, what kind of Empire's Richest Man, national hero are you? You actually let your own brother bully a girl like this, and this girl is even your wife's best friend. Aren't you afraid I'll persuade Ou Xiaolan to divorce you?"
