Chu Yao said confidently, "Am I that close to him?"
Mo Tingshen raised an eyebrow, a trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his eyes, "Should I turn on the loudspeaker for you?"
Without even asking, he knew what she wanted to do.
No response was as good as an agreement.
Mo Tingshen turned on the loudspeaker but didn't place it in front of Bo Yanching. Instead, he kept it beside himself, where every breath could be heard clearly. Then, generously, he nodded at Bo Yanching, specifically glancing at the call interface on the screen.
Bo Yanching: "Xiao Yao?"
Chu Yao didn't engage with him, but instead, a buzz of static emerged from the phone.
She must have used another phone to dial a number. When the familiar ringtone rang out, Bo Yanching instantly stood straight.
Not until he heard Nan Jiaojiao's voice: "Speak."
Chu Yao paused for a moment, "Are you choking me? Who provoked you to take it out on me?"
