The other person's arm was holding him tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.
"What exactly do you want?" Han Xiayang's expression grew colder by the minute.
"Hey handsome, weren't you asking to borrow a phone? Here, take it." The other person seemed completely unfazed by his cold demeanor, continuing with a sycophantic look, while one hand tightly grabbed the man's arm in front of her, and the other offered her phone within Han Xiayang's reach.
"I don't need a phone now." He'd rather sleep on the streets at the airport tonight than use this ugly woman's phone.
"Why?" The woman instantly put on a pitiful face.
