Shi Yuhuan glanced at her and, although he didn't say anything, he acquiesced to Song Qinghuan, letting her do whatever she wanted.
Song Qinghuan smiled lightly at him, reached over to grab the phone Shi Yuhuan had put aside, found Si Chen's number, and called him.
"Brother!" Si Chen's voice, surprised and delighted, came through from the other end.
It must be because Shi Yuhuan had never called him before, which is why he was so surprised, surprised to the point of wondering if he was dreaming, "Am I not awake yet? Or have I been dreaming all along?"
Song Qinghuan cleared her throat and struggled to suppress a laugh as she said calmly, "Sorry, I'm not Shi Yuhuan, I'm Song Qinghuan."
"How could it be you." Si Chen's voice took a hundred and eighty-degree turn, still surprised, but now full of disdain.
Song Qinghuan wasn't angry, instead, she chuckled, "Why can't it be me? I thought we became friends after you last came to my place."
