"Zhang Yuru?"
Chu Yi looked at the number on his phone, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity.
He had almost forgotten this person even existed.
But he quickly remembered—Zhang Yuru, the girl who had introduced him to the real estate deal for his house.
That pair of black silk legs was still vivid in his memory.
"Seems like she even gave me a jade horse?"
Chu Yi murmured as he answered the call.
"Chu Yi, do you still remember me?"
"Of course, I do. I still have a clear image of your legs."
Chu Yi joked.
Zhang Yuru rolled her eyes on the other end of the phone and said coolly, "What, you recognize people by their legs?"
"Not really, but seriously, what do you need?"
"Can't I call you if there's nothing important? I missed you, how about that? Does that reason work for you?"
Chu Yi almost choked on his saliva.
The voice of Zhang Yuru on the other end of the phone giggled upon hearing Chu Yi's reaction.
