"Why did you call me here?" Ye Chen pretended to be nonchalant as he sat down on the sofa, facing the two people. Yet his eyes inadvertently wandered to Zhang Yantong's short skirt, to those fair, jade-like legs.
Zhang Yantong's sharp gaze seemed to catch Ye Chen's inappropriate glance. She immediately covered her skirt with her hands, blocking Ye Chen's curious gaze. She shot him an angry look, while Dian Ling glared at Ye Chen and said, "You bastard, come clean, how long has it been since you last saw Tongtong?"
"Well..." Ye Chen paused, then smiled and said, "Forty-six days and three hours!"
"Wow, you remember it so clearly?" Dian Ling paused, even Zhang Yantong couldn't help but reveal a glint of surprise.
"Of course I remember!" Ye Chen chuckled and said, "Back then, she was furious and slammed the door on her way out, so how could I forget?"
"Have you thought about your own reasons?" Zhang Yantong suddenly spoke.
