"Who did you call?" Mu Yin looked completely bewildered, struggling to react.
Unbeknownst to her, Bo Fengheng's expression darkened in an instant. He lowered his gaze and with his slender fingers, he lifted her delicate chin, "Do you think that just because I saved Chi Zhenfa, he can rest easy, and you don't have to deliver on what you promised last night?"
"No!" Mu Yin shivered, instantly grasping the meaning of his words.
She frantically picked up the phone.
Just as she was about to dial, she froze, handing the phone back to him, "I'll use my phone instead, Brother Ke doesn't answer calls from unknown numbers."
Hearing her last statement, Bo Fengheng's handsome face darkened further, cold as if a layer of frost had formed.
Mu Yin couldn't help but shudder.
She had no choice but to retract her hand, no longer insisting.
After all, she had memorized the number long ago; it didn't matter whose phone she used.
