Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 108: Too Despicable at Heart (1)

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Too Despicable at Heart (1)

But when Fifteen handed the phone to Qiao Mo, she couldn’t help but be a bit dumbfounded.

In Fifteen’s hand was a white phone, very simple and elegant, even more attractive than her original one.

But the problem was, this phone was simply not hers.

Qiao Mo looked up at Fifteen and said again, "Is this a mistake? This doesn’t seem like my phone..."

"The young master sent me to bring you the phone."

The man in front of her repeated without expression, and Qiao Mo spoke again, "But this isn’t mine..."

"The young master sent me to bring you the phone."

"..."

Qiao Mo was a bit speechless, looking at the man in front of her, she couldn’t help but speak again, "Classmate Fifteen, I’m saying this phone isn’t mine..."

"The young master sent me to bring you the phone."

The man in front of her remained as motionless as before, like a robot, courteous but with extreme patience, yet his eyes were filled with murderous coldness, like a killer’s blade.

Qiao Mo was at a loss for words, having no idea how to communicate with this seemingly suave yet somewhat perverted man.

"Then can you tell your young master that this isn’t my phone?"

"The young master sent me to bring you the phone." Fifteen replied still expressionless.

Looking at the white phone in his hand, Qiao Mo hesitated for a moment, but eventually took the phone.

After all, it’s better to have one than not.

Otherwise, without a phone, many things would be quite inconvenient.

"Goodbye, Miss Qiao."

After taking the phone, Fifteen said and turned to leave.

Watching his back, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but grit her teeth; he was just as perverted as Fu Nancheng!

After closing the door, Qiao Mo sat on the bed fiddling with the phone.

But as she looked, she became even more depressed.

Photo album, empty.

Messages, empty.

Short videos, empty...

Qiao Mo, infuriated, opened the contacts, and in her anger, directly threw the phone onto the bed.

The entire contact list contained only one name and number: Fu Nancheng!

Clearly, both the phone number and SIM card had been replaced, and Qiao Mo looked at the brand-new phone sulking, regretting even more why she hadn’t just listened to him and changed the SIM card right on the car today.

As her anger grew, Qiao Mo’s mood inevitably sank.

Could he have thrown away her phone?

The phone still had many memories of her and Jing Hao...

Thinking of Jiang Jinghao, Qiao Mo felt somewhat lost as she walked to the balcony, watching the vast campus, memories floating before her eyes, leaving her a bit dazed.

Time flies so fast, it seemed like just a few days, but in the blink of an eye, it felt as if many years had passed by.

Looking at this familiar campus.

She still remembered how he always waited for her in front of the tallest teaching building after classes, remembered their frequent walks hand in hand under the nearly evening dusk, stepping on the autumn leaves on that tree-lined path.

She still remembered sitting under the stands, holding his clothes and water while watching him play, remembered how his friends would always teasingly whistle when they occasionally ran into each other.

Qiao Mo gently lowered her gaze.

Not daring to reminisce anymore.

But she couldn’t help worrying about Aunt Feng’s situation.

At that moment, the phone rang.

The ringtone was still the same as before, making her almost think everything was still the same.

Back on the bed, she looked at the phone, and the three big characters of Fu Nancheng stood out glaringly.

Qiao Mo directly hung up the call, not wanting to deal with him at all.