Mu Anran sat at the head of the bed, clutching her phone tightly.
She bit her lip, conflicted for a while, but still pressed the answer button: "Young Master Yu."
The man's hoarse, low voice came through, carrying an ambiguous playfulness: "I thought you wouldn't dare to answer my calls anymore."
Mu Anran: "..."
"I really underestimated your courage," his lips curved into a low, cold laugh, "Who gave you the courage to break up with me?"
Break up?
Mu Anran furrowed her brows: when had they ever been together?
"Young Master Yu, I thought my text message made it very clear." Mu Anran's voice was gentle and submissive, just like a Little White Rabbit, "If it still wasn't clear enough, then I'll repeat it once more. Young Master Yu, the words you said that day hurt me, so I don't want to continue with that contract anymore."
"Mu Anran, you seem to have forgotten what I told you."
