Far away in Beijing, when Huangfu Yinteng heard his phone's text message notification, he instinctively took it out and checked it. As soon as he saw the message, his brow furrowed slightly. Hadn't he already told her? There was no need to repay the money.
Unexpectedly, she was still so clear on this matter, which really made him feel helpless.
He wanted to make a call, but remembering that she had said not to contact during this time, he moved his hand away from the dial keypad.
But then, after some thought, he sent another message: Received.
"Teng bro, who are you texting?" Wang Jingyao leaned over, ready to look at Huangfu Yinteng's phone.
Huangfu Yinteng quickly raised his phone high and glared at him, "You want to peep at your big brother's private matters? What's up with that?"
Wang Jingyao immediately screamed, "What peeping? I was openly asking you. Teng bro, your reaction is off, huh?" Feeling it was too much, he immediately cast a scrutinizing and suspicious glance.
