Xiyan, already teased by his fingers, felt a little dazed. "W-what?"
At that moment, the phone rang again.
But this time, when the ringtone echoed through the car, Chen the assistant and the driver could clearly sense that the temperature inside had dropped several degrees.
It was icy.
Chen glanced at the driver with a mournful expression, his gaze seeming to say: Ou Shao's "moment" has been interrupted again, but this has nothing to do with me!
The driver responded with an helpless look, coupled with one that wished him luck and safety.
"Y-young master, this time it's Madam calling..."
Xiyan pushed him away, quickly shifting from his lap to the seat beside him, her face flushing red. "Hurry up and answer it."
Ou Jue's facial features tightened, and he stretched out his hand. "Give it here."
"Yes!" Chen quickly handed the phone over, shooting Xiyan a deeply grateful look.
Thank you, Miss Xia, for saving me QAQ.
