Threat

"Did Lan Yaxin play a trick and let Young Madam know?"

Mo Jinrong's heart tightened. The moment he took out his phone, he realized that Lan Yaxin had saved her number in it.

He didn't have time to think and hurriedly called Lan Yaxin.

"Did you call Anran?" Mo Jinrong asked, a little anxious.

Lan Yaxin was still lying on the bed, there was still a trace of Mo Jinrong's warmth beside her.

"I did, but she didn't pick up. Brother-in-law, if you don't take responsibility for what happened today, Sis will immediately know about our affair."

Mo Jinrong took the phone to the side, anger rising in his heart. He suppressed the anger in his heart and lowered his voice.

"What exactly do you want? This is a trap you set up. I didn't do anything to you."