"Su Muxue!"
The man was furious, and his voice was cold.
On the other end of the phone, Su Muxue immediately recognized his voice. She wanted to hang up and blacklist the number, but she thought of something. The corner of her lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Why? Are you angry?"
Tan Yiming had been very angry, but when he heard Su Muxue's response, his anger subsided quite a bit. He rubbed his brows with one hand:
"No, I've been busy these two days. I'm very tired."
Obviously, he was asking for comfort form her.
But...
"Tired? It seems you worked very hard. You're exhausted so soon?"
Tan Yiming felt that something was not right. HIs hand stopped rubbing his brows, and he unconsciously lowered his voice.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
He had the nerve to ask?
B * tches were indeed very pretentious. They insisted on playing dumb!
