As soon as Qiao Mo finished speaking, the white phone screen on the coffee table lit up.
Their eyes simultaneously turned to the phone.
Because it wasn't password-protected, the text message popped up directly.
'Xiao Mo, I believe you've read it... No matter what you say, my love for you won't change. I'll persist, and I believe you'll eventually see me...'
Because she hadn't clicked on it, the number of visible words was limited.
Qiao Mo rubbed her forehead in frustration, her slender hand covering half of her forehead and eyes to block his predatory gaze.
But she was truly innocent...
She had changed her number not long ago and hadn't told many people.
Mainly a few friends and teachers with whom she had academic interactions knew about it.
She didn't know how those people got her number, buzzing her non-stop every day.
Now she's in trouble, caught red-handed!
Lightly scratching her forehead, Qiao Mo didn't dare to look up.
