"Your sister's cellphone number?"
As soon as the words fell, Xia Yourong was stunned for a good half minute, still unable to believe what she had heard.
Her sister's cellphone number?
Jiang Xuan made her stay in the car just to get her sister's cellphone number?
Impossible, right?
But if the 'your sister' Jiang Xuan was talking about wasn't Xia Ye, could it be that he was swearing?
Xia Yourong's expression became uncontrollably blank, as if the blow was too much for her.
It was not until the man's patience drained away and the corners of his beautiful eyes drooped that Xia Yourong managed to find her voice again, "Uncle Jiang, why don't you ask for my sister's number yourself?"
She sounded quite aggrieved.
Jiang Xuan sighed lightly, not caring at all about his thousand-year ice mountain persona, "I'm afraid she won't give it to me."
The more nonchalant he seemed, the more Xia Yourong felt like going mad.
Xia Ye wouldn't give it?
What a joke!