It was only after hanging up that she saw it was Ye Linlin.
The other party called again right on time. Nan Jiaojiao swiped her finger to answer, not even holding it to her ear when a loud, clamorous yelling burst out:
"Nan Jiaojiao! You're Sweetheart, you're Sweetheart! You actually are Sweetheart! Damn!"
Nan Jiaojiao kept her eyes lowered, unmoving, still staring at the phone, her face visibly flushing red.
Then she directly hung up the call.
Ye Linlin called again, and she hung up again. Another call, another hang-up, and suddenly Bo Yanching lightly pressed the brake, pushing Nan Jiaojiao's body forward, only to be pulled back by the seatbelt. Her brows immediately furrowed, and with tense fingers, she answered Ye Linlin's next call.
"Lower your voice!"
She warned first, "Or I'll block you."
"Don't..."
