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The ringtone from the pink purse sounded again, but Yan Nansheng had no intention of answering.
He finally had the opportunity to be alone; why would he let that girl ruin it?
After a while, the ringing finally stopped. Yan Nansheng was leisurely lounging with one leg crossed, cigarette in hand, blowing smoke rings with effortless grace as he waited for Feng Yanyan to come out. Suddenly, a noisy female voice interrupted, "Oh no, what to do, what to do... My phone is gone!"
Yan Nansheng frowned, looking at the noisy woman not far away.
She was wearing a white low-cut backless dress, high heels, thick makeup, and an exaggerated expression...
Pssh!
Vulgar tramp!
He curled his lip in disgust, squinted his eyes, and continued smoking.
Who knew...
"Excuse me, sir." That woman actually approached him, and with her came a strong wave of perfume.
