Beep! All of a sudden, Nian Xiaomu's cell phone rang. Subconsciously, she took it out and swept a glance at it.
The screen of the cell phone showed an unknown number as the sender of the text message.
Only one lone sentence was shown when she tapped the the message: [This is my number.]
A very gentle vibe permeated through these few simple words.
Instantly, it made Nian Xiaomu think of Fan Yu, who had just sent her home.
Could it be him?
He was prepared to poach her clients away just a moment ago, but he was sending her a text message now. Wasn't he too rampant?
Moreover, how did he get ahold of her mobile number?
A string of questions flashed past Nian Xiaomu's mind. In the end, all of these thoughts accumulated, and she erupted with a word, shouting, "Hypocrite!"
"What?"
Yu Yuehan's hand stopped moving. With his hand resting on her head, he lowered his gaze quietly and swept a glance at her to show his displeasure for being scolded with neither rhyme nor reason.
