Rong Mochen stared coldly at Jin Jumo, the corners of his thin lips curled sarcastically, "Don't mind me, answer it if you want."
Jin Jumo was sweating at the forehead, the phone rang once and then started ringing again.
Jin Jumo felt like what she was holding wasn't a phone, but a hot potato, unable to decide whether to toss it away or keep it.
With each ring of the phone, Rong Mochen's expression grew worse, his cold gaze stacking in layers upon Jin Jumo. "What, am I here preventing you from answering the call? Should I step out so you can answer it? Maybe there's something you can't say in front of me?"
Jin Jumo, "Uh..."
"Should I answer it?" Jin Jumo held back for a while, glanced at him unhappily, feeling a bit annoyed inside.
He knew her feelings well, yet purposely said such things to upset her!
Moreover, she already mentioned she wouldn't answer, yet he continued!
