Su Ying's face turned slightly red when she noticed Han Jingnian staring at her bag. Just as she was about to initiate another conversation, the cell phone in Jingnian's pocket suddenly rang.
Su Ying's intended words got stuck in her throat.
Han Jingnian quickly pulled out his phone and upon seeing the caller ID that read "Han Zhijin," a clear "trouble" seemed to be swiftly etched between his brows. He swiped the screen and answered the call with a tone of impatience, "Speak."
"Little uncle, do you remember that woman named Xia Wanwan? The one from before... at the charity gala, the one who threw herself at you, the very annoying Xia Wanwan..."
Han Jingnian's brows furrowed, and the "trouble" on his face turned to displeasure, "Han Zhijin!"
