Xuxu retorted, 'You're used by too many people. I don't want you!'
Yan Rusheng replied, 'How dare you despise me!'
Xuxu was trying to imagine Young Master Yan's expression right now. He must be seething with anger.
She was delighted as she continued to visualize his expression.
Her phone suddenly rang. Xuxu stretched her hand to receive the call. "Hello, it's Wen Xuxu."
After she hung up, she saw that Yan Rusheng had sent her several more texts.
The content of the texts was the same. 'Stupid woman, how dare you ignore my texts.'
Xuxu rolled her eyes at the phone. This arrogant fellow! So what if she refused to reply to his texts? Why does she have to reply with urgency when he calls her?
She took her time before replying to his text. 'Fang Jiayin needs you. Shouldn't you rush over?'
Yan Rusheng typed. 'You're jealous, I get it. You don't have to reiterate with every text.'
