Five fingers twitched in unison.
Damn!
He hadn't done anything to wrong Ji Chicheng—if it weren't for him, that girl would have met a tragic fate. Ji Chicheng should be grateful to him, so what did he have to feel guilty about?
Having convinced himself of this point, Qi Helian immediately gained confidence, "You actually believe that guy Rong Feifan, who can never say anything good?"
He hadn't done anything, hadn't done anything, hadn't done anything...
Qi Helian repeated these words in his mind over and over, trying to drive away that slight sense of guilt.
After speaking, Ji Chicheng gave no response for a long time. Qi Helian grew impatient and raised his voice, "Ji Chicheng, do you have anything else to say?"
"Oh, you're so annoying!"
Suddenly, a girl's coquettish voice came through the receiver, its charm making his hair stand on end.
He immediately hung up the phone and burst out irritably, "Damn, a wolf in sheep's clothing."
In the broad daylight.
