"Miss An, can you really predict the future?" Ye Xiao chuckled as soon as he answered the phone.
An Meihui was puzzled by Ye Xiao's words and looked at him saying, "What do you mean by that? How could I possibly predict the future?"
"Just now I told Miss An that I was going to have breakfast. As soon as I finished, you called. And you claim you can't predict the future?" Ye Xiao replied.
An Meihui realized what Ye Xiao was implying and immediately giggled, saying, "Mr. Ye is really humorous."
"No, I'm just being honest. While eating, I thought about many things. I wonder if Miss An would like to hear me out?"
An Meihui had no idea what Ye Xiao wanted to say. She called again just to negotiate, hoping to take the initiative herself.
But now that Ye Xiao wanted to speak, she couldn't just deny him the chance.
"Go ahead, Mr. Ye," An Meihui said.
Ye Xiao said: ""
