Caught?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
At once, the entire room seemed to enter a complicated atmosphere.
That notification had been way too timely.
Mo Bei was also looking in his direction. Her dark eyes were as black as night as they probed.
Feng Nai could, of course, sense that gaze. After pausing for a moment, he calmly lifted his cell phone. Then, the tip of his finger slid to the right, changing to another chat. As he held down the voice message button, his voice was deep and lazy. "We'll talk about it on Monday."
Very quickly, another ding was heard from his cell phone.
A reply had come. It was a dumbfounded question. "Talk about what on Monday?"
Feng Nai did not reply. Instead, he locked his cell phone and walked to his bedside, his movements not in the least bit affected. After all, his goal had been achieved.
Meanwhile, Mo Bei had dispelled the absurd thought in her heart.