After all, Si Xingyao's national fame is resounding, with his ads and posters all over the streets, how could anyone not recognize him?
Si Fan didn't think much, and casually said, "Don't know him."
Zhang Chengxian was shocked, "No way? You don't even recognize Si Xingyao?"
Si Fan frowned, "Why are you bringing him up?"
She really didn't know who Si Xingyao was, just a one-time encounter, not really an acquaintance.
She was surprised that Zhang Chengxian suddenly mentioned this person in front of her.
Zhang Chengxian didn't beat around the bush and confessed, "He said you cured his toothache and he's very grateful to you, specifically asked for your contact information from me."
"Oh?" Si Fan curled her lips, and softly questioned, "So did you give him my contact?"
The chills in her voice pierced through Zhang Chengxian's eardrum from the other side of the phone, inexplicably making his back feel cold.
