Mu Yan could tell that Xie Feng really disliked her now, and she didn't want to argue.
"Asking for his phone number today was presumptuous of me. I won't take up any more of your time." After saying this, she stood up ready to leave.
Xie Feng's expression turned sour when he saw she was ready to leave after only speaking two sentences.
"Weren't you asking for the phone number?"
"You don't have it, do you?" Mu Yan countered.
Xie Feng was momentarily at a loss, furrowing his brows as he said, "Haven't you cut ties with him? Why do you still need his phone number?"
"My brother really likes him," Mu Yan answered truthfully.
"Looks like your brother is more considerate than you." Xie Feng sneered.
Mu Yan decided to ignore his sarcasm, "I'll be leaving now."
Out of the blue, Xie Feng called out to her, "Here's his new contact information."
Mu Yan turned around to see him take out a piece of notepaper from his pocket, placing it on the table and sliding it toward her.
