Chu Mufeng clicked his tongue in wonder.
What on earth did he see?
Just a second ago, his expression was one of utter devastation as if the sun and moon had lost their light, and now it had transformed into the earth springing back to life with the return of human warmth.
Chu Mufeng heard the man's voice rise in his ear, asking, "How many people called?"
Chu Mufeng curled his lips, replying, "Ayan, not many people know your personal number, so how many do you think? Of course, there's only one! By the way, what's this question for?"
Gong Yeyan didn't answer him but let out a soft laugh instead. It was a laugh brimming with magnetic charm from deep within his throat, turning even his typically expressionless handsome face into a dazzling spectacle of beauty, "Heh..."
Chu Mufeng scratched his head, puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"
Gong Yeyan responded with a question instead of an answer, "What else did she say?"
This "she," naturally referred to Ming Ge.
