She is used to storing other people's numbers in her mobile phone instead of on the card, so the end result of that mobile phone being thrown away by Shi Jing is——
She no longer had anyone's number, and she was born to be a digital idiot. She might not remember a mobile phone number that she had called for several years.
Now, all she can count on is for someone to call her.
etc!
Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she opened her phone again and checked it. After checking it, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, my number has not changed, otherwise.
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She must have dug up the ancestral graves of the Shi family, and then dragged his ancestors out to whip their corpses to show them what kind of unfilial descendants they had raised.
Of course, she could only think about this idea in her heart, and could not and would not dare to act on it. Otherwise, she would be the one who was whipped to death!
As soon as she put her cell phone in her pocket, it rang again. It was not the annoying and shameless ringtone. Knowing that it was not the time mirror, she felt much better.
Picking up the phone, she saw an unfamiliar number popping up on it. Confused, she picked up the phone and said, "Hello, who are you?"
Because the number was gone, she habitually asked this question when she answered the phone. At the same time, after asking the question, she felt that the person on the other end of the phone paused obviously, and there was a faint sound in her breath.
Somewhat weird.
"Qianqian."
On the other end of the phone, a voice finally came. It was low but nice, steady and magnetic.
"Senior?"
She was stunned for a moment and called softly.
"Qianqian, you didn't save my number?"
Yan Junhang's voice was still calm, as if he was deliberately hiding the loss in his heart with such emotion.
On the sofa, he held the red wine and took a sip. His seemingly gentle and handsome face was filled with gloom.
"No, no."
Sensing the anger hidden in Yan Junhang's tone, Qian Qianqian immediately shook her head and explained:
"Because he went crazy on the TV last night and threw away my phone for no reason. I don't have anyone's number in my phone now, so..."
She didn't know that Yan Junhang called her last night, and naturally she didn't know the reason why Shi Jing threw her phone. But after hearing her explanation, Yan Junhang's sharp and handsome face softened a little.
He softened slightly, raised his thin lips, and said to the phone:
"It doesn't matter."
He didn't mention what he called her last night. The contest with Shi Jing was just something they had done before. As for Qian Qian, he was confident that she would definitely be his.
His voice has returned to its usual gentle and elegant appearance, and his movements are full of elegance and nobility. Even just a casual gesture of drinking will make people's hearts flutter.
"Senior, do you have a problem with me?"
Hearing this, Yan Junhang put the wine glass aside and said, "Well, I want you to do a little favor."
"I?"
On the other end of the phone, Qian Qianqian pointed at herself blankly.
Strange, what help does an omnipotent person like the senior need from her? What help can she provide?
Of course, the senior would not shamelessly say something like "although you may not be able to help" like the capitalist Shi Jing did, but she really didn't know what she could help her learn.