As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Boyan snatched Ye Rong's phone. With two clicks, Jiang Boyan casually took her ID photo.
"Uh..." Ye Rong looked at her blankly.
'Xiao Shutiao? Little French fries? How much do you like French fries?!'
"What's with that expression? Can't I call myself that?" Jiang Boyan looked at Ye Rong and was about to use more force.
"No, no, no, pretty girl. Such a fresh and refined name. I've never heard a better name!"
Ye Rong did not stop flattering her. He was afraid that if this continued, he would lose his hand.
"Saturday afternoon at three o'clock. Sixth floor of Qilan Pavilion in Tianhonghui. If I don't get my ID card..."
Jiang Boyan suddenly stopped and let go of Ye Rong's hand. She took his phone away from him. Her amiable expression made people's hair stand on end. "I'll only gaze upon your tombstone with great regret."
