Xiaoxiang giggled sweetly.
She then spoke coquettishly, "Brother Yang, calling me in the middle of the night, speaking such sweet nothings, are you trying to make me too excited to sleep? You said the same thing the day before yesterday, and now you're saying it again, you're really good at flattering."
"Alright, I know what you want, so come over now, I'm waiting for you at home, let's love each other tenderly, just like that night."
Song Yang nodded excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes, I'll come over right now."
Xiaoxiang was also eager, "Brother Yang, hurry up, I'm waiting for you."
The call ended.
Next to him.
Nie Qiao's face was filled with shame and anger!
Just as she wanted to say something, Song Yang dialed another number.
This time, the call connected quickly.
Loud music blasted from the other side.
The person seemed to be in a nightclub.