"Jiang Chenxue! Lend me your cell phone and I'll make a call."
"What about your own?"
Ling Che raised his phone and dialed his own number, hung up, then handed it back to her and took out his own phone.
Within a few seconds, Jiang Chenxue's cell phone started ringing, and a string of numbers popped up on the screen without a name - but this number was one she was very familiar with.
Why are you calling me?
Chen Xue looked up at him doubtfully. The moment she met his eyes, she was stunned.
"Aren't you going to answer?" The phone is still singing.
Chen Xue hurriedly hung up the call, and explained calmly: "... Unfamiliar phone number... Don't care about him..."
"This is my number, please save it."
But obviously, she had memorized it long ago.
Motto: People you once liked will still like them even if you meet again after a long time.