C217 I'm Done

Then she plugged in the cable and copied Mo Feidong's phone number and short message.

Her movements were smooth and fluid, unbelievably fast.

Five minutes later, Mo Feidong returned with a drink. Linghu Xiaojing had already placed her phone on the table. She was flipping through a fashion magazine. She looked up and glanced at Mo Feidong. She was smiling...

Mo Feidong's phone rang