Yun Mo looked indifferently toward Meng Yuchen, an icy hue filling his eyes.
"Yun... Yun..." Meng Yuchen also came to her senses.
Ye Shaohua also withdrew her hand and glanced at him thoughtfully.
"How did you just make me lose my will?"
Yun Mo, seeing that Ye Shaohua was ignoring him, didn't press further. He simply turned leisurely towards Meng Yuchen and commanded, "Hand over the phone."
His voice was calm but sent chills down one's spine.
Qiu Ziting, standing next to Meng Yuchen, didn't dare to breathe loudly.
"That's the thing, Major Yun," someone defending Meng Yuchen began to explain, fearful that Yun Mo might suddenly lash out, "Yuchen is explaining to the General about Miss Ye. You may not be aware of what kind of person she is. In your situation, only Yuchen can help you find relief. Her call to the General was for your safety..."