Yao Qing subconsciously glanced at the man in front of her.
"Not answering?" He had already heard the sound of the WeChat notification, his dark eyes fixing on Yao Qing.
"...Are you sure you want to answer?"
Yu Yanshen's gaze slightly narrowed with inscrutable intent, his body tilting back to lean against the sofa cushion.
"What, are you using my money to keep a pretty boy on the side? So afraid I'll find out?"
"..."
The caller was indeed a pretty boy, but unfortunately, not her pretty boy.
It's yours.
Yao Qing was too lazy to say that out loud since she had already answered the call, putting the phone casually on the table. Her slender arms likewise rested on the table, quietly cradling half her face, eyes downcast looking at the phone.
"Miss Tang, is there something you need?"
Yu Yanshen seemed to change his expression instantly, but he didn't say anything.
The phone was quiet for a few seconds before the woman's faint voice slowly came through.
