368 A Thousand Bottles of Correction Fluid (8)

Ji Yi was obviously drunk beyond compare. She watched her phone screen light up and smiled foolishly. "Wah! This little brother, you're awesome! Way better than this uncle on the side..."

Chen Bai is a little brother? I'm an uncle?

He Jichen almost blacked out from anger and he had the urge to call someone to throw a bucket of cold water over Ji Yi. He scowled ferociously at Chen Bai.

Chen Bai's insides were writhing with laughter, but when he met He Jichen's murderous glare, all he could do was put on an innocent and serious front while suppressing his smile.

Ji Yi had no idea that He Jichen was standing next to her. With an awful expression on her face, she tapped the "Home" button as she angled her thumb a few times before finally unlocking the screen.

She opened her contacts and stared at her recent call logs for a moment. Finally, she found the words "He Jichen" then clicked the dial button.