"But I'm worried about you."
"It doesn't matter."
"I'm glad you're okay."
"Okay, hanging up."
"Um."
The next second after I agreed, the phone got busy.
Song Sichen took a deep breath and sighed. When he put away his phone, Mo Zichen had already jumped in front of him.
Because his feet were tied and his mouth was sealed with tape, he could only make grunting sounds.
Song Sichen coldly tore off the tape on his mouth.
He coughed twice.
"Song Sichen, is my life so unimportant?"
"Why wasn't Fu Chong arrested, but you were?"
"I'm coming for you. You don't care about my life or death, you only care about that woman, right? I've known you for so many years, and you're not even as good as a woman."
"You'd better shut up."
Song Sichen said as he stuck the tape back on.
"Song Sichen..." Mo Zichen made an inaudible sound, "Untie, untie..."
Song Sichen was about to leave, but after taking two steps, he turned around and came back to untie the rope that tied his hands.
Mo Zichen was untied and quickly untied the ropes on his feet, tore off the tape, caught up with Song Sichen, and asked, "Are you really not going to do this project?"
"No."
Song Sichen answered calmly.
"You know, this project is very important."
"So who was arrested and caused the project to be lost?"
"What if it was Fu Chong? If it was Fu Chong, would you save him?"
"Won't."
Two words without any emotion.
"Cold-blooded, I'm going to tell Fu Chong."
Song Sichen didn't say anything.
Shi Ran didn't know what happened that day. A few days later, she learned from her teacher that the West City Project had been acquired by the Song family. Despite making thorough preparations, it still fell into the hands of the Song family. She didn't know what went wrong.
Shi Ran didn't reply, but his expression was solemn.
Did that thing have to happen?
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