Shi Su dialed Jing Jihan's private number. She wasn't sure if he kept this phone with him while at the company.
After a few rings, the call was answered, "Shi Su?"
The man's deep voice came through the phone, instantly clearing away the slight annoyance Shi Su felt earlier from Cherry Yang's interruption.
She hadn't realized that just talking to him over the phone would make her somewhat bashful, playing coy like a young girl, as she bit her lip and said softly, "Don't spoil Mianmian too much. If she gets too unruly, no one will be able to handle her in the future."
There was a pause on the other side, a faint electronic sound indicating a page being closed before the man spoke, "When you were unruly, wasn't I able to handle you just fine?"
Shi Su was shocked, "When was I ever unruly? At most, I've blocked you on WeChat and calls!"
"Didn't you add an extra lock to the door on the thirty-first floor?"
"..."
"Living in my place, guarding against me like a thief."
"......"
