Lian Xinying really wanted to bury her face into the ground and not face him.
But the reality was, he had repeated the question again.
That domineering and forceful attitude didn't give her a chance to escape.
"I, I only remember the one from before that was easy to remember." Lian Xinying wasn't very sensitive to numbers.
The number Yan Ye used before was considered a premium number, so it was easy to remember.
For instance, the number Su Rong is using now is also easy to remember.
But Lian Xinying remembered his current number seemed to be a very ordinary combination of digits, not very easy to remember.
Yan Ye let out a cold laugh, which contained both helplessness and sarcasm.
"My new mobile number, besides the first three digits, the last eight digits are your and our son's birthdays."
Lian Xinying: "..."
Her heart took a heavy blow.
