He can actually still laugh! Jian Xi was about to cry!
"Husband, I'm sorry, it's all because of me..."
Nan Mufeng's smile grew even brighter as he took Jian Xi's phone, redialed Alisha, and put it on speaker.
Alisha was sitting in her hotel, joyfully holding a glass of red wine, overlooking the myriad lights of Yuancheng.
Women understand women best; Jian Xi would definitely have a fallout with Nan Mufeng tonight! Ha, reunion festival, what a reunion!
The phone suddenly rang, she glanced at it: Jian Xi?
She happily answered, waiting for Jian Xi to lash out. As long as she gets angry, she would be delighted to listen.
"Alisha." Nan Mufeng's deep, cello-like voice came through.
Alisha was momentarily dazed by the voice, then slightly fearful. She held the phone, not daring to speak.
"Did you enjoy that night?" Nan Mufeng asked.
If he hadn't called using Jian Xi's phone, Alisha would have thought he wanted to hook up with her.
