The man held a household medicine box in his hand, his sharply defined features showing no emotion, indicating he had been standing at the door without her knowing.
Wanxia handed over the phone, her voice calm and light, "Shen Weiyi's agent, I just thought it was a bit noisy, didn't mean to answer it."
Whether she was lying or telling the truth, Gu Shaozhi could see through it.
Born from a prestigious family, she lacked those unsavory habits and naturally disdained getting involved in his social affairs.
In Gu Shaozhi's heart, he hoped she was lying, hoped she would answer other women's calls, and deliberately make herself unpleasant, all because of petty jealousy.
But clearly, none of this was true.
Gu Shaozhi walked to the sofa, gazed deeply at the woman's calm face, and reached out to take the phone.
With an indifferent voice, he asked, "What's the matter?"
