Mu Tiantian couldn't lie down any longer, contemplating sitting up to call Bai Chenyao.
But perhaps due to sleeping for too long, she now felt weak and fatigued, barely able to sit up.
Beside her, Shen Tiancheng just looked at her with an ambiguous smile, clearly showing no intention of helping her up.
Mu Tiantian had no expectation of Shen Tiancheng's help; she even strongly resisted his touch.
"Where's my phone?"
Shen Tiancheng raised his eyebrows, his smile wicked and flamboyant.
"I tossed it! That piece of junk, I can sell you as many as you want in the future, buy you any model you desire!"
Mu Tiantian: "..."
She really couldn't fathom what Shen Tiancheng was trying to do with such a nouveau riche attitude.
"I don't want anything; just find my phone. I need to make a call!"
Shen Tiancheng shook his head, looking at Mu Tiantian with an ambiguous smile, his lips slightly parted.
"A tossed item, where can you find it again?"
"Make a call? To whom? Bai Chenyao?"
