Then, Huang Yiyi vaguely guessed something in her heart. She frowned slightly, and her expression became subtly complex, "Is this Mr. Bao's WeChat?"
"Ah..."
An Yin was caught up in her dilemma, and the sudden sound startled her timid nature.
Seeing An Yin's flustered demeanor, Huang Yiyi seemed to be taken back to the past; when they were young, An Yin was always a bit dazed.
An Yin didn't know what the other was thinking. After coming to her senses, she glared at the other person, tilted her head to avoid her gaze, and mumbled, "What are you talking about?"
An Yin pretended not to understand what the other person was saying.
Seeing An Yin's obvious act, Huang Yiyi rare showed a smile. She lifted the quilt, moved to the bed to lie down, and did not continue to tease her.
Instead, she said seriously, "An Yin, can I borrow your phone to make a call?"
It was only then that An Yin noticed the other person hadn't brought her phone out, "Here you go."
"Thank you."
