These people, each one is more scheming and troublesome than the next.
Qian Sisi suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for Sheng Jing.
That night...
At 1 a.m., Sheng Jing tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
With his wrist wrapped in a cast, he reluctantly reached for the mobile phone on the nightstand and fiddled with the contacts list haphazardly, eventually dialing a woman's number.
Immediately, the call connected, and a coquettish voice came through: "Oh, Sheng Jing, you've finally deigned to contact me!"
Sheng Jing couldn't remember who the woman was, but her voice wasn't bad; she would surely sound incredibly seductive in the throes of passion.
"Baby, what should I do if I have no desire to sleep on this endless night?" Sheng Jing flirted ambiguously.
The woman, fully aware of the implication of receiving a call from Sheng Jing so late, didn't beat around the bush: "You can't sleep, Sheng Jing? How about I keep you company with a chat?"
