In fact, Xia Yanxin hadn't remembered his cell phone number, because deep down, she despised it, didn't care about it, and had blocked his number the last time. Now, after a long time, she had fished out his number from the blacklist, calling with the last glimmer of hope.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, each minute excruciating as she waited with bated breath.
"Long Yutian, it's me..."
As soon as the call connected, she blurted out in haste.
"Who are you?"
After a while, his magnetic voice finally came through, alluring even through the phone, where faintly the coquettish laughter of a woman could be heard. He and she belonged to different worlds; she lived in the tormenting depths of hell, while he lived in the heavenly paradise of luxury and wealth.
"It's, it's me, Xia Yanxin, remember what you said last time? Ten million a month, does that still stand?"
She asked anxiously, like grasping at a lifeline.
