Mo Nuan reluctantly answered the call. As soon as Mo Pingshan opened his mouth, he interrogated her, “Where are the photo albums from your room? Why are they missing? Did you and Lu Chen take them?”

What kind of tone was that? He sounded like he was interrogating a criminal, and she didn’t appreciate it at all.

“I didn’t take them,” Mo Nuan replied coldly.

“The room has been locked until recently, and the only people who have gone in there are you two. Who else could have taken them?”

Mo Nuan's grip on the phone tightened, her expression growing serious. “Those are my photos. I don’t need your permission...