C553 Debating

"I'll head over right now!"

Mo Yun hung up the phone and was about to leave the room when she heard a deep voice behind her.

"Stop."

Her feet felt glued to the floor. When she turned back, her eyes were suddenly brimming with tears, looking utterly wronged. If a young girl did this, it might evoke sympathy, but Mo Yun, being six or seven years older than Gu Qisheng