With that, Lu Yuan hung up the phone.
Zhao Qiao'Er stared at the phone in her hand after he'd hung up. "What a buzzkill," she muttered. "We were just getting to the good part."
Just a few flirtatious words over the phone were enough to get the thirty-something Zhao Qiao'Er all worked up.
'It's probably because we haven't been together for months,' she thought.
Sitting in the back of the car, Gu Ziye's eyes were wide enough to pop out of her head. She whipped her head around to look at Su Liyan beside her.
Only after Lu Yuan had hung up did Gu Ziye dare to speak, seeking confirmation from Su Liyan.
"Sister, I didn't mishear that, did I? Yuan... likes pretty feet?"
Su Liyan covered her mouth and nodded, tacitly confirming it.
Lu Yuan, driving in the front, heard Gu Ziye's comment and stomped on the gas pedal, his toes curling in embarrassment.
The car instantly shot forward, kicking up a gear.
