After leaving the mall, Jiaojiao let out a small sigh of relief. Turning to see Duan Xi's displeased expression, she remembered how he had said out of nowhere in the mall that he wanted to stay at the villa, and she couldn't help but laugh happily.
"Brother Xi, you are so cute."
Duan Xi said nothing.
Jiaojiao tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, hugged his arm, and pleaded playfully, "Alright, don't keep that stern face. I didn't know at first, did I? If I had known, I would have asked Dad to get it."
Duan Xi felt uncomfortable thinking about someone eyeing her right under his nose. He took her phone from her pocket and pulled out his own, "You take mine, and I'll use yours."
"Why? I just informed everyone yesterday that this number was mine," Jiaojiao said, troubled.
"Notify them again." The man knew her phone number, and Duan Xi couldn't give anyone any chance.
