"You can leave now," Mo Siluo sat up straight and said coldly to Rong Zifeng.
"I'm leaving. But, let me say one more thing. It's just a lost ring, and the grudge will be settled soon. There's no use keeping it. Are you thinking of keeping it to... reminisce about someone?" Rong Zifeng said with a teasing smile, trying to persuade him.
Mo Siluo's expression changed slightly, his voice deepened, "Leave!"
"Just one more thing, about you and..." Rong Zifeng hadn't finished speaking when he saw Mo Siluo pick up the cellphone from the table and immediately beat a hasty retreat.
Mo Siluo, with his eyebrows deeply furrowed, gripped the cellphone in his hand, and in the end, still dialed Mo Si'ai.
"Where is the ring?" the man asked, cutting to the chase.
Mo Si'ai knew she couldn't hide it anymore and simply admitted, "I threw it away."
"Where did you throw it? You better obediently bring it back to me within half a day," Mo Siluo threatened coldly.
