Dan Hanjie didn't hear her voice and seemed a bit agitated.
"Why aren't you talking? Where are you?"
"Dan Hanjie, why didn't you come to pick me up..." When Qin Youxuan heard his words, she unconsciously complained, her voice filled with grievance, revealing a girlish coyness.
Even she didn't notice it herself.
Her little finger anxiously picked at her own toenails, her body slid from the edge of the bed to the floor.
"Missed me?" The voice of Dan Hanjie suddenly turned gentle.
"...."
She could even imagine him smirking on the other end of the phone, waiting for her to admit it.
She pouted, "No, just someone who doesn't keep his word. I was considering what size dog collar to buy for him."
"...."
Dan Hanjie didn't expect her to say that; he hesitated for a few seconds before speaking.
Qin Youxuan thought he was angry and held her breath, not daring to speak.
