"You can leave now." Meng Sihan suddenly spoke, his voice weary.
As he spoke, he adjusted his posture, reclining on the soft sofa, and slightly closed his eyes.
An Yin, "..."
Why is this man's temper so peculiar? He's the one who asked me to stay, chatted a bit, and now he's asking me to leave? I even felt sorry for him just now, An Yin thought to herself.
An Yin glanced in the man's direction and stammered, "Then I'm leaving."
Having said that, she took a step toward the door, and just as she was about to grab the doorknob, a hoarse voice came from behind.
"Come here, let's add each other on WeChat."
On the sofa, Meng Sihan opened his dark eyes, speaking on a whim.
"I didn't bring my phone." An Yin stopped, speaking bluntly.
"What's your phone number? I'll add you." Meng Sihan said, swiftly taking out his phone from his pocket.
His eyes had an intense look, focusing on her slender figure.
