Cheng Juan looked down and paused a little.
He had been contacting these undisclosed numbers recently.
Outside the car, Qin Ran realized that her mobile phone had fallen. She turned around and walked back, leaned slightly, bent her fingers, and knocked casually on the window.
Raising his eyebrows, Cheng Juan reached out and lowered the window.
She lowered her eyes half-heartedly and indifferently and was quite apologetic. "I dropped my phone."
Cheng Juan looked down, picked up the phone, and handed it to her. His fingers were long and beautiful, and his voice was dull. "I know, your phone is ringing."
Qin Ran took the phone, her expression still the same, and said casually, "It's for promotion."
Ever since the software for undisclosed numbers was developed, there were indeed many undisclosed numbers now.
Entering the hotel, Qin Ran lowered her head and sent a message to Ning Qing.
The undisclosed number called again.
