Xi Mohan tilted his head to look at her, and instantly a slightly pitiable small face reflected in his eyes, as if if he didn't agree with her, she would burst into tears right away.
Probably unable to bear her expression, the man forcibly moved his gaze away and lowered his head, eyes falling on the document, yet his voice couldn't hide its deep, hoarse undertone, "What do you need my phone for?"
"I need to call my classmate."
"Male or female?"
Ning Wan was taken aback. Though she didn't understand why Xi Mohan asked so detailedly, she still answered honestly, "Female,"
Upon hearing this, the man finally showed a bit of mercy and directly took out the phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to her.
She took the phone in her hand and was ready to go somewhere else to make the call, but as soon as she stood up, the man's large hand grabbed her wrist, and he asked displeasedly, "Where are you going?"
