Faint lips, curled into an amused arc.
The elegant face revealed a hint of a smile. Qiao Xiao'an, was it Qiao An?
Sneaking a look at someone else's messages was something Ye Han despised.
But...
This time, for some unknown reason, as if possessed, he glanced over.
He caught the number with a glance and figured it out in a few moments.
The content of the text surprised him. When had Qiao An and Yunchi gotten so close?
A slide of the finger, and the message was deleted.
By the time Ye Han realized what he was doing, he put down the phone and let out a sigh, holding his forehead.
How inexplicably absurd of him.
The sound of water ceased from the bathroom. Song Yunchi opened the door and paused when he saw Ye Han, "Han Chen, why are you here?"
"Came to find you to play ball."
It was golf again, and Song Yunchi was tired of it.
Ye Han offered a refreshing smile, "That was quite a long bath you took."
