Mo Lier was so frightened that her face turned pale, trembling all over, she instinctively called for help, "Yunshen, Yunshen save me…"
"Lan Si, take your hands off her!" Mu Yunshen gripped his phone tightly, his voice cold and extremely restrained, "We haven't reached an agreement yet, don't touch a single finger of hers, or you won't get what you want."
"I can agree to that, after all, I'm not interested in Miss Mo,"
Lan Si withdrew his hand, his tall body standing upright, "But I have little patience, a day and a half, by three in the morning tomorrow, if you haven't brought Tang Sitian to me… then."
As those four merciless words fell, the call was disconnected.
Mu Yunshen's slender fingers tightened around the phone, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and for a moment he just wanted to smash it—
