"Is it really President Mo?" Teng Yi muttered.
But even if no one answered, Teng Yi already knew the answer.
No wonder he wanted to confiscate her phone. He was probably worried that she would be able to contact the real Mo Long.
"President Mo should have sent me a few messages by now, but I can't reply!" Teng Yi was a little anxious.
What he needed to do now was to think of a way to get his phone back. If he were to ask the fake Mo Long directly, he would definitely not give it to him, and he would even sense that something was wrong.
However, if he wanted to steal it, Teng Yi didn't know where the fake Mo Long hid it.
"I have to think of a way ..." Teng Yi paced around the room and suddenly thought of a question. "How did this fake Mo Long know I was here? Could it be ... Does he have a spy by President Mo's side?"
Thinking about this, Teng Yi couldn't help but feel more anxious.
