Zheng Rourou let out a sigh, and Shi Che snapped back to his senses. His hand reached out swiftly, yanking the phone harshly from Zheng Rourou's hand and up to his ear, not having the chance to speak before hearing the icy beeping sound.
At that moment, his heart felt like it had plummeted from heaven straight into the chilling depths of Hell, without even a moment of joy before being ruthlessly snatched away.
His hands gradually clenched tighter and tighter, his strikingly handsome face slowly covered in gloom.
Zheng Rourou's phone was forcefully pulled away by Shi Che, leaving her hand slightly in pain. She couldn't help but want to coo and complain to Shi Che, but upon lifting her eyes, she was met with Shi Che's frosty expression, sending a shiver down her spine.
