If Si Yuan was still as embarrassed as before when she was talking to Zhou Yiran, then at this moment, Si Yuan’s expression was bashful, as if she was afraid that her wrong words would incur the dissatisfaction of the other party’s senior.
Si Yuan had never shown such a little girl’s expression in front of her!
Senior Zhu Zehao?
Zhou Yiran’s expression gradually dimmed under Si Yuan’s unconscious state.
He remembered that it was the person who had asked Si Yuan to write a love letter?
Heh, he had only been away for nine months, and she already had someone else she liked so quickly?
Si Yuan was still bashfully talking to the senior on the other end of the phone call.
At this moment, Zhou Yiran snatched the phone that Si Yuan was still talking to. His face was indifferent the entire time, and he spoke to the senior on the other end of the phone call with a tone that matched his indifferent expression:
