All of the Border Seven Sons knew him, but he treated Li Qiao most specially.
Xia Siyu didn't dare to look at him and kept her head down, drinking water after taking her seat.
The warm water went down her throat, but it couldn't quell the pounding of her heart in her chest.
At that moment, Yun Lih removed the cigarette from his lips with his slender fingers and blew a puff of white smoke towards Xia Siyu. "Come on, tell Brother, what were you trying to do by calling me over eighty times last night?"
"Cough cough—"
Xia Siyu choked on her water, turning a shade of crimson as it went down the wrong pipe.
The usually aloof and unattainable woman seemed more prone to error in front of the man she liked, perhaps the prouder she was.
She had not anticipated Yun Lih would so openly bring up the matter.
Shen Qingye stared at Xia Siyu with his mouth agape. "Over eighty calls? Did your phone catch a virus?"
Don't mention it, that's a new line of thought right there!
