Qiao Yuman was momentarily stunned; the goosebumps on her body rose instantly—how disgusting this message felt!
"Damn hooligan!"
Looking at the unfamiliar number and not knowing who had sent it, Qiao Yuman felt so nauseated that she almost threw up, unable to imagine who would say such repulsive things.
Without any hesitation, her finger swiped across the screen, and she deleted the message.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Yushan glanced over and, noticing the change in Qiao Yuman's expression, couldn't help but ask.
Qiao Yuman shook her head, "Nothing, just a disgusting text message."
She didn't take it to heart; after all, it wasn't the first time she had encountered something like this.
