Chapitre 352: 157 just feels like a heartbreak_3

"Oh," Han Zhen smiled and explained, "I misspoke, it should be that I used Asheng's phone to call you. You forgot?"

Feng Yanyan's eyes widened, "You're saying... it was you who called me last night?"

Well, she had actually thought it was Yan Nansheng, and had even wondered if he was calling to apologize...

Han Zhen nodded, "Yes, last night a hopelessly smitten guy was drowning his sorrows in the bar, even got into a fight with someone, so I used his phone to give you a call. I was hoping you could come and comfort him a bit."

"You're saying Asheng got into a fight?" Feng Yanyan clung to the first part of his sentence.

"Yeah, tsk tsk tsk, it was quite fierce – the police came, and he fought against four, but... he didn't fare too badly either. Want to see a photo?" As he spoke, Han Zhen winked at her.

Without waiting for her response, he immediately took out his phone, tapped on it rapidly, then placed it before her eyes.