Her closed eyes suddenly opened again, a look of shock in her gaze as she stared at Mo Xiuchen—it was her phone ringing.
Seeing the incoming call, Mo Xiuchen's expression grew cold. In a soft voice, he said, "Ranran, it's that person calling."
Wen Ran pursed her lips tightly, her face filled with tension as she looked at him, "Mo Xiuchen, I need to hear Momo's voice."
"Mhm." Mo Xiuchen soothed her with a pat, his long fingers pressing the answer button as he coldly spoke, "Hello!"
"Mo Xiuchen?"
The caller seemed somewhat surprised that the person who answered wasn't Wen Ran, but Mo Xiuchen.
"It's me, Cheng Jia. I know you took Momo. You still have time to return her," Mo Xiuchen's voice was like it emitted from an ice cellar, so chilling that even through the phone, the caller could feel the bone-piercing cold.
"Mo Xiuchen, as long as you divorce Wen Ran and marry me, I'll release Momo."
Unlike the morning, this time, Cheng Jia actually admitted it was her.
