Mù Qiānxún remained stunned, then burst into laughter after peering over Ou Zun's shoulder and seeing a screen full of love messages from an unknown number on his phone.
That Gao Wen, he sure was persistent!
In the short time she was upstairs, he managed to send her a ten-thousand word love letter.
She ignored the matter, sat on the sofa, and casually took a sip of water.
Ou Zun towered over her, his face stern and his expression sullen. "Aren't you going to explain?" he asked.
She shot him a glance. "What's there to explain? Didn't you notice it's from an unknown number? It was probably sent to me by mistake."
"Even though each message referred to you as 'Qianxun' - it was still sent by mistake?" It seemed like Mù Qiānxún had no intention of commenting further. Ou Zun took out his own phone, started typing something, and after a while, let out a cold snort. He gave Mù Qiānxún, who was sitting on the sofa looking nonchalant, a half-smiling, half-mocking look. "Gao Wen?"
