Less than twenty minutes later, Tang Yiting's pink supercar stopped near the lawn.
Li Qiao stood up, and as she bid farewell to Shang Yu, he asked in a deep voice, "Where are you attending the farewell banquet?"
"Royal Hotel."
The man lazily lowered his eyelids, "Hmm, go on, don't drive if you've been drinking today."
...
Once she got in the car, Tang Yiting glanced outside the window as if it really mattered and said, "Qiao, that man..."
Li Qiao fastened her seat belt with one hand and smiled, "Yes, it's exactly who you're thinking of."
Tang Yiting trembled all over, turned stiffly, and pointed to the phone on her lap, "That, that phone with the series of numbers..."
"It's his too." Li Qiao glanced at her and provided the answer.
In an instant, Tang Yiting felt as if her phone had tremendously increased in value!
She actually had the Overlord of the South Sea's number in her call log. Could she still use this phone?
Should she go home and enshrine it in a shrine?