Li Zhi left, and Gu Shuangshuang laughed.
What a joke, how could she ever give that scoundrel Cheng Yue An Hao's home phone number?
Wasn't that just asking for trouble for An Hao?
If she didn't give out the number, that kid Li Zhi would pester her incessantly, which was annoying, so Gu Shuangshuang deliberately changed the last digit of An Hao's phone number, turning a three into a four.
Who knew where that idiot would end up calling?
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The Spring Festival Gala was continuously playing on the TV, with Cheng Nanfang and his wife sitting quietly by, watching.
In the past, the usually carefree Cheng Yue would definitely be munching on an apple, laughing heartily at the comic sketches on the TV, but this year, he had someone on his mind.
Although he had lost the fight and made a vow, his heart couldn't stop thinking about that person.
There he was, sitting in the living room, his eyes glued to the TV, but his thoughts were far away.
