"He's never been loved, so naturally, he doesn't know what's good. I'll make her understand who's better!" Xiao Mo's voice came through on the other end of the phone.
This gave Xiao Jinglan a headache.
It seemed that he wasn't planning to give up anytime soon.
She sighed softly, "Fine, how you wish to contact Lu Zhaozhao is your business, but you must never let Mr. Song find out!"
She certainly didn't hope that Xiao Mo would ruin his bright future for the sake of a woman.
Xiao Mo, of course, understood this as well, "Don't worry, I have a plan."
Having said that, Xiao Mo finally hung up the phone.
He gazed through the second-story window at the street below adorned with glimmering lights, his lips slowly curling into a smile.
Lu Zhaozhao, is it? I'm looking forward to our next meeting...
Meanwhile, Lu Zhaozhao, who had left with Song Sinian, was now placed in the backseat of the car.