An Xiaxia had long ignored the possibility that she was walking into Sheng Yize's trap — she even made a happy phone call to Su Xiaomo, saying, "I'm going home with Sheng Yize in his nice car! Haha, don't be too jealous! Bye!"
Su Xiaomo's snarl came from the other end. "What the hell? You're indeed one of those heartless women, putting your man before your friend!"
An Xiaxia retorted, "He's not my man. We're just friend –" Before she could finish the sentence, Sheng Yize snatched the phone from her hand and said something to Su Xiaomo before promptly hanging up.
An Xiaxia watched with her mouth open.
"Um… that is my phone, right?" she asked hesitantly.
"Of course," said Sheng Yize with a smile in his eyes. "But since you're my anti-fan, I'm going to take charge of your phone. Otherwise what guarantee is there that you won't trash me online again?"
"Have some faith in me! I promised I wouldn't do that again!" said An Xiaxia, trotting after him.
