The woman watching her quietly wished she could become the phone in his hand.
Without a second thought, he dialed a number, but suddenly remembered there was a time difference. Just as he was about to hang up, it was too late—the call had already been answered.
Ye Ranran acted quickly; the phone had barely rung when she picked up: "Hello?"
"Ranran, it's me." A calming voice came from the other end.
Ye Ranran's drowsiness vanished instantly. She turned on the bedside lamp and glanced at the phone screen, where three dark characters faintly shimmered.
"What do you want?" Her voice was a little cold.
Having just claimed he was her husband, he then turned and left her behind. Anyone would feel upset about that.
"Are you mad? Something came up back home, and I had to come back to handle it for a while." He had a company, a country, and responsibilities—he couldn't always stay abroad.
Besides, he had a child.
