Song Qiao chuckled as she spoke, "What does it matter if she's with me or not? Xi Mohan, Wanwan no longer has anything to do with you. Can't you stop pestering her?"
Nothing to do with him? Pester?
The man on the other end of the phone's gaze darkened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous chill surrounded him.
After a long pause, he finally said, "This is between her and me."
Song Qiao narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the merry pair and dog not far away, and let out a faint smile, "Then why is Mr. Xi calling me?"
"Just to confirm something with you."
Song Qiao's face darkened, thinking that if this man were in front of her, she wouldn't mind smashing his head with her phone as a brick—the arrogance in his tone was simply unparalleled.
Ning Wan is truly unlucky to have met him in this lifetime.
Without another word, she hung up the phone.
...
Everyone at the Xi Group knew that today their president was in a foul mood, a very foul mood.
