"Alright, Feiyan, why are you telling Eric all this?" It seemed that Tan Ailing had regained control of the phone. "Eric, don't listen to Feiyan, it's nothing…"
"...What do you mean nothing? Didn't you say you were almost annoyed to death…"
Faintly hearing Tang Feiyan muttering, Eric asked in a deep voice, "Ailing, don't hide it from me, what's going on?"
Sensing Eric's firm tone, Tan Ailing sighed lightly and said, "It's nothing! It's just that someone has been pestering me these days…"
Even though Eric lacked experience, he understood Tan Ailing's meaning. "You mean... I have a love rival?"
"A love rival?" Eric's words made Tan Ailing unable to hold back her laughter. "What qualifications does he have to be your love rival? At best, he's just an annoying fly…"
Although Eric was certain that no other man could intervene in his relationship with Tan Ailing, no man would be pleased to hear that someone was pestering his woman!