The sound of the dial tone echoed in his ears, and a shadow fell over his eyelashes, making his expression indecipherable.
The phone vibrated, and Bei Bei glanced at it: "Sister Xi, someone's calling you, four 4s, who is it?"
Shen Dang?
What was Shen Dang calling her for if there was nothing important?
Qiao Xi walked aside to answer the phone: "What's up?"
"Miss Qiao," Shen Dang leaned lazily against the railing, his long legs slightly bent under him, and a mysterious silhouette cast by the light surrounded him. He started with a smirk, "Aren't you supposed to pay me an appearance fee?"
Qiao Xi's brows furrowed slightly: "Boss Shen, are you alright?"
He was acting up again late at night.
It sounded like Shen Dang let out a chuckle, his tone meaningful: "Publicly declaring your love for me? Don't I get an appearance fee? Otherwise, are you entitled to use my reputation for free?"
