C87 A Hot Potato

Fenng Moye's face darkened. He no longer had the gentleness he had when facing Chung Rann. His tone was gloomy.

"Who asked you to tell her?"

Che Jin lowered his head. "I will contact this platform now."

Chung Rann walked out of Fenng Moye's office. Her fair face instantly returned to its usual cold look, and the corners of her lips curled up in a mocking smile