As soon as she finished speaking, Seraphina Redgrave snatched Ronan Yates' phone, and with just two clicks, she casually took her ID photo.
"Uh..." Ronan Yates looked bewildered.
Sylvia Shaw? Little French Fry? How much do you love french fries, lady!
"What kind of expression is that? Can't I be called that?" Seraphina Redgrave looked at Ronan Yates and was about to exert more force.
"No, no, no, beautiful lady, such a refreshingly unique name, it's simply heavenly!"
Ronan Yates desperately flattered her, fearing if this continued, his hand would be useless.
"Three o'clock on Saturday afternoon, The Azure Pavilion on the sixth floor of Apex Plaza, if I can't see my ID..."
Seraphina Redgrave suddenly stopped, released Ronan Yates' hand, took his phone from in front of him with an amiable expression that sent chills down one's spine, "Then I'll just have the regret of seeing your tombstone."
