"Where are you, Sun Zhe? I need to talk to you!"
Listening to Fang Jiayun's commanding tone on the phone, Sun Zhe instantly felt a surge of anger, saying nothing, and hung up the call directly.
Lying on the sofa, Zhu Yan lifted her head, her alluring eyes misty with love, staring at Sun Zhe. Her gaze seemed to linger as she asked, "Little rascal, who was that?"
Sun Zhe chuckled and casually tossed his phone aside.
"An idiot, don't worry about her. Yan'Er, let's continue."
"Hmm..."
Zhu Yan pouted coquettishly, reached out her arms towards Sun Zhe, "Honey, hug me."
Hearing that sweet "honey," Sun Zhe immediately felt a rush of excitement, like a dragon awakening, and lunged forward.
Zhu Yan cleverly wrapped her arms around his neck, flipping him underneath her.
"Hmm... Honey, horsy ride."
Sun Zhe smiled knowingly, cradling her soft waist with both hands, "Get on yourself."
