Mr. Fu, You're a Substitute Too

“Your phone’s ringing. Why aren’t you answering, hmm?” A low, husky voice murmured beside Wen Wanyu’s ear. The man even nipped her earlobe maliciously. That rascal is doing this on purpose, making me answer my fiancé’s call at a time like this. Fu Yuheng: “You heartless woman! How many more substitutes for Zhiqiu are you going to find?” Wen Wanyu: “Guess.”