His beautiful eyes glanced at Ye Caitang languidly.
"I'm sorry, I hate calling people on the phone."
Ye Caitang: "…"
This young man had rejected her three times.
If she still could not tell that this young man did it on purpose, she would really be as thick as a brick.
Ye Caitang looked at the young man's beautiful eyes with confusion.
"Why… why… aren't… you willing to help me… help me make a call?"
"I'm not stupid." The handsome young man brushed his eye-catching silver hair and popped a piece of orange into his mouth.
His handsome face could not help but frown at the slightly sour orange.
"If I make the call for you, someone will come to pick you up."
His eyes narrowed like a lazy kitten as he leaned against the back of the sofa and played with the orange in his hand.
"I'm going to make you my child bride."
"If you leave, who will be my wife?"