You Have the Guts to Sleep with His Woman? Huo Beichen, Your Deathbed Is Approaching

"Hello, Gu Mohan." Tang Mo'er's voice sounded slightly hoarse.

"I was just about to give you a call, let's have dinner tonight. What cuisine would you like, I'll have Yan Dong make the reservation."

"There's no need to, Gu Mohan. Let's break up."

Right after she said that, his entire countenance sunk and the atmosphere instantly became tense and oppressive.

"Where are you now?" He didn't sound different or react to her words, his voice was calm and steady.

Tang Mo'er looked towards Huo Beichen, he gave an arrogant smile and waved his cell phone around, warning her to not speak recklessly.

Tang Mo'er returned his smile with a condescending one, that was at the same time, full of mockery. "I'm in a hotel room now, with Huo Beichen."

Huo Beichen's pupils contracted and his heart leapt into his throat. F**k! This woman was playing games with him!

"What happened?"