After a while, she silently took out her phone and made a call in front of Gu Chenxiao.
"Han Yao, come quickly and take your boss away!"
After she hung up the phone and looked up, she saw the man in front of her furrowing his brows tightly.
His voice was low and carried a hint of danger, "You still have Han Yao's number?"
Song Yan blinked and didn't see anything wrong with that.
"And mine?" He caught her off guard with another question.
Song Yan silently pursed her lips.
She quietly tried to put away her phone.
The world blurred before her eyes, and she felt an inexplicable hitch in her heart. Suddenly, her hand was empty.
The phone had fallen into his hands. Song Yan called out to him, but as if he hadn't heard her, he grimly opened her contacts.
It seemed like he wanted to personally verify something.
Into the search bar, a string of digits was entered.
Then.
A large, three-word message popped up below.
No results
The answer was obvious.
