Song Qingyang headed towards the restrooms.
Finding a spot where no one was around, she made a phone call.
The phone rang for a while before someone answered.
Then, a magnetic, indifferent male voice came through: "Yo, fiancée, it's been a while since we last got in touch!"
Song Qingyang bit her lip, feeling angry. Hearing Yu Dou's mocking tone only made her more uncomfortable.
She spoke candidly, "I saw you going upstairs with Nuannuan... Quite the coincidence, I was out dining with friends, and we happened to choose the same restaurant as you!"
Yu Dou curled his lips into a smile, "Is that so?"
Song Qingyang pressed her lips together and said, "Yu Dou, don't stir up trouble!"
"Stir up trouble?" Yu Dou's tone was puzzled, "What do you mean by stirring up trouble?"
