How… How could this be?!
Xu Yi stared at the text, his expression aghast.
On his mind were those disgustingly mushy phrases in the poem.
"This…" Xu Yi was speechless.
This was unbelievable!
Ye Wanwan's love letter wasn't addressed to someone else, but written for his master?
Xu Yi's strange expression attracted Si Yehan's attention. The man's hoarse and deep voice said, "Bring it over."
With Si Yehan's cold eyes aimed in his direction, Xu Yi didn't hesitate and quickly fetched the phone for him obediently.
The man tightened his grip on the phone, paused slightly and finally scanned over the text message on the cracked screen.
It was a picture message which featured the love letter that had caused his insides to be burnt to ashes just now.
The man squinted his eyes dangerously and in the next moment, he chanced upon the sender's name— Wanwan!
Wan… Wan…
