The man's fiery body suddenly turned cold, and his complexion became as if it had plunged into a thousand-year ice cellar, indescribably frosty:
"It seems you really are quite favored by men. Just two days and the old man treats you like a treasure. Have you been in contact with the old man while I wasn't home?"
Jiayi swallowed nervously, "...Your uncle insisted on having my contact information, I couldn't just not give it to him, so I told him the mobile number you gave me."
Huo Zhenyang's brows knitted like swords, his face growing increasingly dark. He had already said that was his special phone to contact her, meaning that phone was meant for communication between just the two of them.
Did this girl fail her language classes?
With a flex of his arm and a deft movement of his fingers, Huo Zhenyang gripped her delicate jaw, "You should know that you're yet to settle the score for heading to Huo Garden today without telling me first."
