Immediately, he pried open her fingers, took the phone, and turned to leave.
Qiao Mo wouldn't have it, she immediately chased after him, circled in front of him, and fiercely grabbed his collar: "Give me back my phone... Fu Nancheng... give it back!"
Qiao Mo shouted sternly, her beautiful eyes swollen and red.
He stared at her for a few seconds but then tossed the phone to Fifteen at the door. Fifteen immediately took the phone and turned to leave.
She instantly let go of him to chase after Fifteen, but he caught hold of her waist and wouldn't allow it.
"Get out! Get out!"
"Let go of me... bastard!"
Her sharp claws hammered against his chest, trying to break free from his grip.
He restrained her waist with one hand, and tightly gripped her fair hand with the other, letting her struggle, yet no matter how she struggled, he remained motionless.
Qiao Mo furiously bit into his neck, almost tearing off his Adam's apple.
