Moreover, Ning Wan was now completely bare, covered in marks he had left on her; he couldn't possibly let anyone else see.
Song Qiao, "..." She really didn't like this man at all.
He was simply infuriating, always capable of shutting down the conversation in an instant.
The most important thing... this man, even without much contact, felt overwhelmingly domineering.
Just like now, it was as if he had already considered our Wanwan as his possession, not even allowing me to call her.
For a moment, Song Qiao genuinely wanted to appear right in front of this man and give him a good beating.
Partly to vent her own dissatisfaction, and partly to avenge Ning Wan.
Unable to find any words, Song Qiao ended the call right then, with no desire to continue speaking with Xi Mohan for another second.
She turned around and looked at the originally beautifully prepared meal on the table, now cold and no longer appetizing because of this call.
