"What?"
Han Yingying specifically moved her phone away to check the caller ID.
It was Qiao Yuetong, without a doubt.
Did she dial the wrong number?
"The man who is pursuing you, give me his details."
"Which man is pursuing me?" Han Yingying asked, confused, "Did you call the wrong person?"
Qiao Yuetong: ...
Great, another who is slow to catch on emotionally.
"Qiao Yuetong? Qiao the beauty?" Seeing the other party not speaking, Han Yingying couldn't help but raise her voice.
That soft and tender voice calling out "Qiao the beauty" was indescribably pleasant to hear, especially imagining Han Yingying's innocent face, Qiao Yuetong felt an itch in her palms, an urge to pinch Han Yingying's face immediately.
Clearing her throat, she maintained her aloof persona, "Who is the man that has appeared most frequently by your side recently?"
"Shen Mosheng ah."
Qiao Yuetong held her forehead, "Aside from Shen Mosheng."
"My idol, Shi Lou."
"Details."
"You can search it online."
