Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It seemed as if a fixed spell had been cast on her.
Nian Xiaomu sat on the chair and did move at all for an entire minute.
Apart from Yu Yuehan's earlier sentence of "Zheng Yan loves women", only a buzzing sound, that came after the shock, remained in her ears.
She stared at Yu Yuehan with her widened eyes and speculated he wasn't kidding.
The corners of her mouth twitched when she caught sight of the relaxed look on his face.
"Yu Yuehan, you can't crack jokes like this. Don't think that I will believe your wild babbles. Trust me when I say that I will give Zheng Yan a call now so that she can confront you!"
"Do you need a cell phone? I can lend it to you." As Yu Yuehan spoke, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and generously placed it in front of her.
Nian Xiaomu lowered her head and took a glance at it.
Not only did he lend her his cell phone, he even kindly unlocked the screen.
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