So he raised his hand, "Help me take out the black phone inside."
Han Zhen chuckled as he took the pink Hermès purse, continuing to click his tongue, "Bro, this is actually the first time I'm touching a woman's bag."
"Just take the phone, don't touch anything else," Lu Ziheng immediately added.
"You heartless thing!" Han Zhen exclaimed as he fished out the phone, his loud voice waking up Ran Yu.
She lifted her head, rubbed her bleary big eyes, then looked at Han Zhen, "Azhen?"
Han Zhen's face immediately drooped, emphatically insisting, "How many times have I said it, call me Second Brother, Second Brother!"
"Second Brother?" Perhaps because she had just woken up, Ran Yu's reaction was a bit dazed and cute, not as fierce as she usually was. She obediently called out the name, then hugged Lu Ziheng's neck, pressing her face against him, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep like a little kitten...
"...This works?" Han Zhen was stunned.
