Lian Xinying didn't see a trace of guilt on his handsome face.
Curiously, she moved closer to him, ready to see whom he was calling, but he lifted his phone and put it to his ear.
"Yan Ye, who are you calling?" Lian Xinying couldn't help but cling to his arm, staring at his handsome profile.
Yan Ye looked thinner than he had been three years ago, which made him appear more mature.
A young woman like Lian Xinying tended to favor this type of mature man.
Yan Ye didn't answer her because the call was quickly connected.
After the call connected, Yan Ye turned on the speakerphone.
"Wenze, tell Yingying why I didn't keep our appointment three years ago," Yan Ye said concisely, then placed the phone in front of Lian Xinying.
He Wenze suddenly felt nervous.
After clearing his throat, He Wenze began to speak.
