Upon hearing the sound, Yan Xinxin instinctively realized something was wrong!
The phone had suddenly cut off—it was definitely trouble!
And in these ten-plus minutes, Mo Chuxi had had ample time to arrive at the Di Jue Group!
Di Jue Group.
16th floor.
Xiao Yize stood up, rubbing his right cheek that had taken a punch.
He lifted his gentle gaze and saw the enraged man standing in front of him.
"I trusted you as a friend, which is why from the beginning I handed Xinxin over to you! This time she said she wanted to travel abroad with you for the exhibition, and I agreed. But what happened in the end? Hmm?"
Mo Chuxi questioned, his icy voice carrying the weight of frost.
"I know nothing happened between you two! But nothing happening doesn't mean I, as her husband, can just ignore it! You two shared a bed! And someone even took those kinds of bed photos. Tell me, should I blame my wife or take you out first!"
"Sorry, Chuxi."
