"You're not letting Mr. Fan sleep. Mr. Fan doesn't have to worry about the bed collapsing and rolling onto the floor in the middle of the night," Su Xiaoyue said sarcastically.
Fan Shaoming's dark eyes immediately swept towards her.
After a moment, he asked gloomily, "Why couldn't I reach you on your phone?"
"I changed my phone and my number."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Su Xiaoyue smiled, "Mr. Fan is very busy, I didn't want to disturb you."
Fan Shaoming was at a loss for words and furious. She did it on purpose!
"Mr. Fan, may I ask why you are here?"
Su Xiaoyue leaned against the wall, arms crossed, staring at Fan Shaoming who was sitting on the bed.
Fan Shaoming pursed his lips and remained silent, just staring at Su Xiaoyue with an inscrutable look. Su Xiaoyue met his gaze with a gentle smile still on her lips, but that smile seemed to irk Fan Shaoming.
