[Okay.]
Seeing the text message, Bao Ye's lips curved into a smile. His distinct fingers pressed the switch, turned off the phone, and tossed it aside to continue working.
At six in the afternoon, Chen Nan pushed the door open: "Mr. Bao, Mrs. Bao couldn't reach you by phone, so she called the front desk and said she wanted you to come home for dinner tonight."
Upon hearing this, the man didn't even lower his eyelids. His dark eyes stayed fixed on the screen as he replied to a text message, his tone indifferent, "No time."
Chen Nan was clever: "Then I'll tell her you're socializing."
Bao Ye: "Mm."
"Oh, by the way, Mrs. Bao wants your latest phone number. Should I give it to her?"
Chen Nan asked again.
Earlier, Bao Ye and he had their phones snatched.
The current phone and number are both new.
So Mrs. Bao doesn't have it.
But Mrs. Bao has been rather cold this time. Miss Jiang even kneeled outside.
She wouldn't meet her.
She didn't care about Mr. Bao's well-being either.
