Mo Weiran listened to Ling Yuanzhou's words, furrowed his brows, "That won't do, I need to ask first."
As Mo Weiran spoke, he held the flower in one hand and took out his phone with the other. Initially, he wanted to send Gu Zhiqi a WeChat message, but remembering that all his previous "harassing" messages had gone unanswered, Mo Weiran called Gu Zhiqi.
The call was answered not long after it was dialed.
"What is it?" A cool, lazy voice came through the receiver, and Mo Weiran's ears perked up.
He found that the young lady's voice was not only pleasant in reality but also sounded very nice through the phone, even though, her tone was not too good.
"Miss, someone wants to buy your Purple Flower. Will you sell it?" Mo Weiran directly stated the purpose of his call.
Gu Zhiqi replied languidly, "No sale."
"She said she's from the Medical Alliance, and could owe you a favor..."
"Who is this person?" Mo Weiran hadn't finished speaking when Gu Zhiqi interrupted him.
