Nianyao and Mo Xicheng (46)
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Hence, his words carried an underlying sarcasm.
Yao Lili opened her mouth to say more, but Mo Xicheng had already strode out of the house.
Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palm.
Then she lowered her head and picked up her cell phone to dial a number.
Very quickly, the line was connected. The voice from the other end said, "Auntie Yao, what's up?"
It was Mo Xicheng's personal assistant.
Yaon Lili laughed immediately and said, "Xiao Chen, I wanted to ask you, what is Xicheng's schedule like for the day?"
"Oh, Auntie Yao, not much, just lunch at noon."
"Where at? What is the private room number?"
"Royal Family Hotel. For the private room number, it's best you ask Brother Mo."
She immediately said, "No, it's ok. I'm just worried about him. Sigh, mothers will be mothers."
"Yes, I understand completely."