Ning Mengmeng knew nothing.
Pei Yuchen had always had a good memory. In addition, Ning Mengmeng often talked to Su Zihang on the phone. He only needed a few glances to memorize Su Zihang's number.
This…
This phone number belonged to that man.
Pei Yuchen answered the call without hesitation.
He didn't say anything, but Su Zihang had already gathered his emotions. He said gently, "Mengmeng, I called you so late at night. Are you asleep?"
Pei Yuchen's eyes were cold, but he still did not say anything.
Su Zihang had no idea who picked up the call. Instead, he spoke again, "Mengmeng... Are you still angry at me? I really have nothing to do with Ji Qiuying. She came here on her own accord. Everything was fake. There was nothing wrong at all. Mengmeng, don't misunderstand me, okay?"
Pei Yuchen's eyes were cold, but he still did not intend to speak.
