Wen Zhi turned her head to Liang Yin, "You used to have my contact information, but I saw with my own eyes you deleted me. I feel that since it's been deleted, it means you don't want to deal with me too much, so let's not add it back."
With a single sentence, all the words Liang Yin tried to say were choked back in his throat.
Wen Zhi gave him a faint smile and gracefully turned around to leave.
This time, Liang Yin didn't chase after her.
He tapped on his phone, found Meng Fan's contact, and called it.
When Meng Fan answered, Liang Yin asked directly, "You're also in Lin City, right?"
On the other side of the phone, Meng Fan, who was now wrapped in a blanket sitting at the head of her bed, had such evident red marks on her collarbone that not even the blanket could hide them, while the culprit was showering in the washroom.
She cursed at the door of the washroom in her heart—beast.
