"Who made the call?"
In the bathroom of a luxury hotel suite in the East District of the Capital City, Jiang Shishuang asked Ye Huan, who had just hung up the phone, while brushing her teeth rapidly with a blushing face.
"An old friend, saying they want to apologize for something, but I'm not sure what's going on."
Ye Huan leaned against the glass door of the bathroom, puzzled by the call from Tianyun but didn't think much of it.
He looked at Jiang Shishuang, his face slightly red, and wiped his nose: "I think it's clean enough now."
"Clean my ass!"
"You bastard, besides having intimate actions with you, I've never even held a man's hand since I was young. I've always been very conservative!"
