Thinking of this, the last bit of her temper completely vanished.
She said in a low voice, "In a bit, use your own phone to call, don't use Fang Zheng's. What would he think if he saw it?"
Jin Bo: "Relax, I'll delete the call log before I give it back to him."
Yan Xiaoxi: "…"
So even old men care about their pride.
Jin Bo: "No lying to me. First take me off your blacklist, I'll hang up, then call again."
Yan Xiaoxi said softly, "Judging a gentleman's heart with a petty mind."
Jin Bo didn't say anything. Holding the phone, he freed up his other hand, picked up his own phone, and quickly saw a new WeChat friend request. It was her, so he happily accepted it.
Then one hand felt around for his wallet. Thinking of the guide he'd read online yesterday, he pulled a bank card from the wallet, scanned it with his phone in one hand, bound it, and started sending red packets.
The first red packet had 52 in it: "Xiaoxi, good night."
The second: "Xiaoxi, good morning."
