"I sent you a WeChat."
The young man's tone was calm, with little emotion.
Then, she tried to withdraw her fingers, which were hooked by the man, but failed.
"Hmm?"
Bai Su leaned in and became the dominant one, pressing her cold white jade-like hand against the armrest, slowly clasping it with his palm. His peach blossom eyes locked onto the boy's fox eyes, smiling gently and indulgently, "Sorry, I didn't see it."
"Whether you saw it or not," Rong Zhi felt the warmth belonging to another person on the back of her hand, dry and warm. She wasn't quite accustomed to it, her brows furrowed slightly, "Let go."
Bai Su chuckled lightly, taking advantage and then withdrawing his hand.
He figured it's best not to provoke the young man too much, lest it blast him.
The mingled scent of lightness and mint tobacco drifted away, and only then did Rong Zhi slowly relax her features.
"The old man sent you?" She tossed her phone aside, causing the pen on the desk to hit the edge.
