"Nangong Ming..."
"Yeah..."
Bai Xuan was so furious that she only managed to call out his name before being sincerely acknowledged by the man with a "yeah." Just as he said that, he hadn't even gotten a chance to say the rest, when the ringing phone underneath the pillow interrupted him. Nangong Ming tried to speak but was abruptly cut off, instinctively reaching out for the phone he had tossed aside. However, like a woman whose brain had short-circuited, seizing the opportunity to speak without realizing what the man was doing, she blurted out, "What are you feeling for? What's there to feel? I'm not a hooligan, and you're not a hunk..."
"Pfft!"
Bai Xuan hadn't finished her indignant speech when she was interrupted by snickering from the other end of the line, "So they're dissing you for not being handsome enough, eh? I tell you, commander, you can consider plastic surgery, make yourself look like me, then you won't get dissed for being unattractive!"
"Scram!"
